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“That's what dreams are really like, you know? They're not full of melting clocks or floating roses or people made out of rocks. Most of the time, dreams look just like the normal world. It's your feelings that tell you something's off. Not your mind, not your intellect, not something as obvious as that. The only part of you that really knows what's going on is the part of you that's most a mystery. If that's not Surrealism, I don't know what is.”

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Crazy

This novel explores the depths of mental illness and its impact on individuals and society, offering a gripping narrative that challenges readers' perceptions of sanity and normalcy. more

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