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Later on, I was sent on a psychologist, and I was diagnosed with Schizophrenia.
Later on, I was sent on a psychologist, and I was diagnosed with Schizophrenia.


I couldn't believe it, but it was true. All this doll nonsense. They were nothing but delusions and hallucinations. I was the one...I was...I... I was the one who murdered...m...my…own...dear…de...ar...dear...family. I was the one who murdered my wife brutally. I was the one who killed my own daughter. I WAS THE ONE RESPONSIBLE.
I couldn't believe it, but it was true. All this doll nonsense. They were nothing but delusions and hallucinations. I was the one...I was...I... I was the one who murdered...m...my...own...dear...de...ar...dear...family. I was the one who murdered my wife brutally. I was the one who killed my own daughter. I WAS THE ONE RESPONSIBLE.


The cops felt sorry about me and instead bringing me to prison they brought me to a mental asylum and stayed there for 3 months. They told me I was laughing all day long, when I was insane before. Now, I am once again sane. I prepared the funeral for my daughter and for my wife. I shed a lot of tears on the funeral. Many people gave me their condolence which wasn't helping at all. I then went home with a car. As soon as I head home I saw the doll at the doorway. Smiling at me. It said: "Welcome home, Papa." I smiled. I smiled like a maniac would. I brought the doll and went to the kitchen and brought out a knife. I went outside with the doll in my left arm and the knife in my right hand.
The cops felt sorry about me and instead bringing me to prison they brought me to a mental asylum and stayed there for 3 months. They told me I was laughing all day long, when I was insane before. Now, I am once again sane. I prepared the funeral for my daughter and for my wife. I shed a lot of tears on the funeral. Many people gave me their condolence which wasn't helping at all. I then went home with a car. As soon as I head home I saw the doll at the doorway. Smiling at me. It said: "Welcome home, Papa." I smiled. I smiled like a maniac would. I brought the doll and went to the kitchen and brought out a knife. I went outside with the doll in my left arm and the knife in my right hand.
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