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Insanity Becomes Me
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Ongoing, First published Feb 04, 2020
Mature
You're a therapist working with the criminally insane and you were recently told to start recording your sessions. This is the recordings of your interactions with your patients. Some names you may find familiar, others you won't know, all are dangerous.

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If there are any characters you'd like me to add, I take requests~!

This is just a random story idea that I came up with that I thought would be fun. Some of the interactions are entertaining, some are dark, some are a mix. It seemed like a fun idea and I thought I'd try it out. Hope you enjoy~
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