Just call me crazy (Anne Heche)

I experienced hell in my life.
Many times.
The last time I burned alive in a car.
I wanted to give my life to someone who needed it.
I didn't need a life anymore,
which was so hard for me.
I wanted love.
That's what I wanted.
To be loved.
To have my father and mother love me.
That's why I wanted to be a star.
I lost them all.
Just call me crazy.
I'm free now.

Actress Anne Heche died after crashing her car into a house.

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