Then we are all in the madhouse, trying to make sense of what we see. And in the midst of the asylum, we search for our answers. I don't suppose I can simply pretend this is all a hallucination, can I?
I am at the point where I cannot pretend. But I do not know that I will like what it is that I will find in the end. Still, I am starting to cope with the idea of seeing this through.
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