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I'm not crazy I swear, that's only what they say. It's the pills. It's always the pills they make me take that brings this side of me out. It's impossible to escape though, every time I try, they catch me, every time. I can't remember what the outside world looks like. I hope I find out one day, maybe today. I'm planning to escape and this time I know I'll make it, I know I can, but they don't. They told me I can't do it, that I'm too weak, I won't make it out. But the things I've seen in here will forever give me nightmares. Now's my chance, no ones looking... One... Two... Three...
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