“Kill them.” ”Kill them.” ”Kill them.” Over and over again, the voices in my head tell me the same exact thing. I’d hate to admit, but the offer sounds tempting as I look at the other people sitting at the table across from me in the hospital cafeteria. I believe I forgot to mention that I am in an asylum deep in the back roads of Pennsylvania.
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