P-S-Y-C-H-O
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Psycho. My whole life I've been called a Psycho. I was a Psycho for killing my own father. I was a Psycho for hearing voices. I was a Psycho for seeing things no one else saw. After all these years even I was starting to believe it. Well that was until I met him...
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Her father was killed by a gang in front of her eyes,she couldn't understand what happened but,then she did and then hearing her sister's strange and scary death. She couldn't collect herself and here everything started. Listening to voices that doesn't exist now but, existed once in the past, schizophrenia and more things happened that forced her to be like that. Psychotic.
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