being taken called crazy can have a big impact.

They took me. It happened so fast. The men in white coats. No one around me tried to stop them, they just stood in awe as i kicked and screamed. I yelled "I'm not crazy I swear!". My parents stood there smiling going about their day as if nothing was happening! I was trapped, surrounded by nothing but white, no way out! ...Untill... "Slam!" the men dragged me to the "Doctor" but before they could get me there "Snap! Snap!". As they gushed and bled I ran, I ran no looking back, I ran and I was free! ... Here I am three years later burning this horrible place to the ground! ... NO one calls me crazy.

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