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  • Today in class i learned about a play where audience members sit on bunk beds in the middle of the actor's stage, which is an insane asylum.

    When i searched up the play, i couldn't find much about it. The articles i read didn't match up to the description of the play, and once i had found the images from my teacher's slideshow on the internet, the pages were in Polish. I do not speak Polish.

    Sometimes i think i lean on forgiveness irrationally. I use it as an excuse to ignore guilt to the point were i don't have that guilt much any more. I really would love to do better though.

    Maybe its insane, but its insane habits that sometimes stop me from living an insane life.
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