Mrs. Amber and I both thought the best day for me to leave this hospital, was the anniversary of when I arrived.
When I was in the hospital I roomed with schizophrenic and she was the gentlest person I've ever met.
There was a boy with a long deep slit across his neck who told very funny jokes.
A girl who never spoke drew the most beautiful pictures.
The boy who shook from anxiety could hold most intelligent conversations.
Even the girl who screamed and picked her skin had a heart the size of the ocean.
We are not who you think we are.
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We Are Not Who You Think We Are
Teen FictionBringing awareness to mental health and disorders. Undergoing major reconstruction. Won't take it down while I'm editing. Be patient. Thank you. Treat people with kindness.
