Maybe it's Suicide
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"So, then, Jane, tell me, why is it that you think you and all your colleagues come here? Er, to therapy I mean, or maybe the mental hospital. Or both," Skittle asked me. I think after my second day here, he already doesn't know what to say to me.
"I think we are all here because we think we're crazy and we need someone to convince us that we aren't."
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