She convinced herself that the people on the walls were really her family.
What do the noises from my side sound like to them?
I don’t delude myself that writing an essay can somehow undo an act of violence.
Part of me was always glad my mother found a way to cast off the shackles of her ordinary consciousness.
Which came first, the drugs or the schizophrenia?
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