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Conflicted

Strange things are happening to me again. Things so strange I dare but whisper in my head. My life is stuck between reality and pretend. Sanity’s a hard thing to define, but even harder a thing to maintain. All day it causes battles inside my brain.

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megan-kirby

American

Published: Mar 4, 2011
LinesWords: 746

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