She was once beautiful, or so it is believed. Now she is known simply as insanity. She had a happy life, everything in front of her, but some angry feeling grew in her with no explanation. She lurks in all of us, mangling our deepest thoughts. She has no face. Only a mind that we're forced to share with her, some can handle her, most can't. In every face of a new born child she lurks and waits to get out. She even lurks in you.

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