Cracked Chris (Creepypasta)
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Everything about the basics of life may seem normal, but to Chris: nothing is. He thinks "What if the air we breathe is just a drug?"
Now, he may sound crazy, but think about it.
What if the air we breathe actually IS a drug, and it makes us see the world that we do? Maybe that's why other drugs are illegal, since they make us see a different world from a new perspective. But why exactly are these drugs so dangerous? Because they expose us to the other worlds. And these other worlds define Chris's perspective on life. "It's not real."
---This is MY OWN Creepypasta. Read at your own risk. ---
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