Voices
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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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My name has been forgotten, tossed away like a piece of trash. I do not talk. I do not look anyone in the eyes. My hands shake from my past and I barley sleep at night. I always hear the grunts and the groans of the men that abuse me. I see the insanity in their eyes. They see the fear in mine. I had a chance to escape. I took it but it landed me back in the same position. It seems like I will never escape.
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