Inside the Asylum (Book 1)
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This is my story.
It's the story of how my life, which started out well, was turned upside down when I was 16 years old.
You see:
They brought me here to Voltaire Asylum. The place where all the crazy people live. The people who don't fit into 'Normal' society. The people who are thought to be harmful.
People like me.
This is the story about how I survived inside the asylum.
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