I live in my clothing of black and the voices in my head telling me to talk to everyone one day but then to be quiet. To scream death and then yell about living life. When I am admitted to Dethmond Mental Institute I learn new things. The guy who was a social outcast, loved sitting next to people and talking a lot. The girl who had her black hair fall in front of her face, she was the most kindest person. And finally, the guy with the blond curled hair and deep large eyes with crazy written on him, he was the one you were going to fall for.All Rights Reserved
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