The psycho's mind.
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My mind is possesed. By my own thoughts. I cannot stop them. I have no control over my own body, over my own mind.
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"Did you hear that?"
"Hear what?"
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There was a loud scream. And then there was silence.
That's a psycho's mind for you.
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