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“Sometimes I fear that the drug-free Flynn – searingly manic, then catastrophically depressed – is who he really is. But because in that form he is not acceptable to conventional society, he has to be drugged so that his emotions are tempered and his behaviour controlled. Perhaps we are blindly living in an Orwellian society where individualism is feared and the biggest pressure is the one to conform. Perhaps Flynn is sane and the rest of the world is mad. The thoughts go round and round in my head.”

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A Voice in the Distance

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Tabitha Suzuma
Tabitha Suzuma

Tabitha Suzuma is a Japanese writer born in 1975. She is known for her unique literary style and profound emotional descriptions, primarily writing in the genres of young adult and fantasy novels. more

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