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Ongoing, First published Jul 27, 2014
I've been searching.

For her.

Well it.

She's in my head controlling my thoughts. I can't tell anyone. They call me crazy. Tell me I need to see a doctor. But this isn't a normal doctors case. The voice are loud, the only thing I hear. Everybody writes me off as crazy as soon as I tell them about the voices. I don't know who to turn to. They won't listen.  So I need so find her. Kill her. Get her out of my head.
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