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There are skeletons in my closet.
There are monsters under my bed.
There's blood on my hands.
I don't fully understand what's going on.
Is it all in my head?
I think it's all in my head.
I might be delusional.
I'm fighting for my life.
I'm surviving purely out of spite.
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