➤ No body, no crime by Taylor Swift
December 14th, 2026
I'm going to die and there's absolutely nothing that I can do to prevent it. Genuinely, I am screwed. It took sixty-three days, five murders but now I finally know who did it. I finally know who carefully crafted and planned this shit show, who made this god-awful game of survival.
I know who it is. All the little slip-ups and the clues lead me straight to them. I know who it is.
But they're on to me. They know that I know who they are, and there's absolutely no way in hell they're going to let me get away with it. I'm being hunted down. There's only so far I can run before they catch me; before they kill me. I just have to keep running away, that's all I can do. No one believes me, but I don't blame them - who in their right mind is going to believe a 15-year-old girl about some nutcase the police can't even figure out the identity of?
Please, help me. I'm going to die. Sooner or later I'm going to end up just like the others, some sad kid who is just another victim in another crime. Please. I don't want to die.
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