I've schizophrenia -- I don't know what's real -- what's pseudo -- what's stage-managed -- the dividing line between reality and falsity gets blurred -- I live in perpetual, colossal and abysmal despair -- it hurts -- it's like self-flagellation. I'd neither celebrate nor mourn -- because I don't know if what's happening is something hallucinative or factualistic; stage-managed or real.
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