Inside Insanity
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No, you are not hallucinating. I actually did create another story after a year of not doing so. But this time, it is not a story. There's no plot, no characters, no twist. Inside Insanity is what I am going to call my rant book. Yes, you heard right; this is a rant book.
DISCLAIMER: I am not aiming to hurt anyone's feelings or trash any part of anyones life. This is my book of opinions and thoughts. I don't mean to insult anyone either.
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