Imaginate
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When fire surrounded me and burned down the only place I called home, I didn't know someone was trying to kill me. What I thought was impossible became possible and the world became crystal clear. People used to call me creative or an artist, but now they call me crazy or insane. That's why I have been in an asylum for five years. I want to get out, but I can't unless I find out what is happening to me. But I think I already know... My imagination has came to haunt me and I need to face it.
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