I felt the hands shove me into the darkness. Being me, I kicked, bit, pummeled, and scratched to get away. But I failed. They don't call them the "Force" for nothing. I flinched as the bars slammed behind me. You could say I had brought this upon myself. Or you could say I was insane to do what I did. Either way you're right. Let me tell how I ended up in this asylum. Yes, I'm currently in St. Brutus's Asylum for the Critically Deranged.
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Comments
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Ooh please make more!!! It was awesome, and you know me...always need to pick up some tips for if I ever find myself in a similar situation...

