(In)Sanity
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I don't know where I am. I don't who I am. All I know?
I'm crazy.
Call me Lexi. I don't know my name. But I like Lexi. It has a nice ring to it, don't you think?
Yep, I'm nuts. But don't worry. We all are, really.
Warning: may contain themes that some people may find difficult to read about, such as self-harm, swears and insanity.
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