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281 · Apr 2016
I'm not crazy.
I look up high and see the sky,
I see what beauty surrounds me.
All the different colours, all the different smells-
Could this all be real? I don't think so.
Too much detail, so much sophistication.
Is there a God after all?
It all makes sense now: the colours, the smells.
This isn't a reality - it is all in my head.

Where am I now?
Hospital you say?
It can't be real, no.
Why?
I'm not sick.
I'm not senseless.
I know what I see and smell isn't real,
but I know that.
I'm not crazy.
How dare you suggest such a thing!
I'm sane.
I'm not crazy.
268 · Jun 2016
Now, do as I say.
Now, do as I say.
Don't make a sound.
Don't move a muscle.
That's how I want you to stay forever.

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