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A small migraine was all it was when I was a child. It turned to something worse. Something sinister. I guess I just broke. I let my personalities loose. Yes, you heard me right. Personalities. I have fourteen of them not including myself. They've kept a very serious secret from me. Now, I'm sitting on a bed with no pillow at the Black Citadel Max Security Prison. I'm a dead man apparently. It's not really me that's the dead man, right?
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