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Schizophrenia Experiences

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I have schizophrenia. These are my experiences and the things I see/experience on a day to day basisAll Rights Reserved

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What I normally hear
Wed, Jan 13, 2016

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What I normally hear
Wed, Jan 13, 2016

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