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Help me. I know shes dead. Not Charlotte, her. My mind is blank. Please help me, I can't find myself. "She is dead, I see her." I keep telling myself. Myself doesn't dear listen to me. "You know she did it, you know thats who you saw, before hopping on that fucking bus to school, you know it was her."

The lab didn't have this much stress.

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