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2024-10-29 19:42:5606: it wasn't her, that made him alot better.
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To what extent that one's fragile mental health be pushed-
-to what point do you realize the crazy other people see, to realize that you need help?
Is it the point you start hearing the voices in your head, or the point, you start falling in love with it?
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'why are you in my head?'
'you're in my head. You're all i hear' Irene replied.
Zachary climbed into his bed, pulling his covers to him with an exhausted sigh. His gaze fixed at the ceiling as he conversed with this voice in his head.
'why did you say it was complicated? That you couldn't tell me who you really were?' Zach asked and she took a long pause. 'where are you from'
You could tell Zach was alot relaxed as his hands rested on his belly, awaiting her reply. 'You sure ask a
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