[He knew that. He could ignore the voices, with their cries of monster and pathetic and worthless. At least, he thought he could. Sometimes it was hard not to believe them. Was he running from himself, or from the voices? Was there any difference?]
I didn't want you to know. I didn't want anyone to know. How could I tell anyone? I'm not- I'm not crazy...
[His usual confidence is absent in his voice as he trails off. The voices laugh derisively in response.]
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I didn't want you to know. I didn't want anyone to know. How could I tell anyone? I'm not- I'm not crazy...
[His usual confidence is absent in his voice as he trails off. The voices laugh derisively in response.]
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