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bipolar mania paranoia

They are out to get me.

They stare, sizing me up.

They think I don't notice, but I see them. I don't stare back. I don't want to incite them.

I must give off a "crazy vibe" or a "crazy odor" that they can sense I am not doing well at all.

They want to capture me, take me away, hospital.

against my will.

I don't know how to fight them.

I only know that my protective womb shell doesn't appear to be working.

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