Deafening Silence
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The voices in my head almost dictated every aspect of my life, and so did my schizophrenic. The place that's supposed to be 'helping' me and others, trying to make us 'normal' was giving us stock therapy and almost every single coloured pill known under the sun. I was suffering. I was struggling. And the thoughts of death were knocking on my door step tempting me and taunting me at every turn.
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