The Gift
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Last published Thu, Aug 4, 2016
"Sick... Wrong... Crazy...Sociopath...psychopath... Schizophrenic... All things the outsiders and so called doctors say. You know what I say to them? Blind... All blind... They're all blind. They don't know and understand the things I see, things I hear, things I know people say that schizophrenia is a sickness where people hear and see things that aren't there or real. I on the other hand, think that's bullshit. I have this so called schizophrenia, it is a gift not a sickness. There is so many things in this world that are unknown. You don't see air, or germs, and atoms, but that doesn't make them nonexistent. The things I see are real. Some people like me also have this gift to see the invisible and unknown. There are parts of our brain that we can't unlock. What if we unlocked a part of our brain? Think of that next time before calling us crazy. My name is Melody and that's all I have to say."
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