I always could tell that I wasn't like other people, even when I was just a little girl. But I had learned to deal with the subtle darkness that lurks within me. But now I don't know what to do with myself, I can't talk to anyone because they'll just put me in a padded room, that's what they do to people who hear voices. When I was a little girl they were like my imaginary friends, with names and every thing. Unlike most young children, my friends, still live in my head
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