You are in a dark room. Surrounded by thoughts that are not yours. Surrounded by sound, and light.
Reaching through the darkness you can find no one and
nothing. Yet you feel the hands touching you. Wanting to
die you take the knife to your arm, only to have it taken
away by unseen hands. Wanting to live, only to have
someone take over your body and live life for you. This
is my life. This is my MPD. Any questions?
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