How did this happen? Had I done something wrong? It was my fault. Fault. How was it my fault? It wasn't. How could I let this happen? How did I not see this coming? How? How was I supposed to see? I couldn't of. She did it. She knew.
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A fictional diary
Teen FictionJust so you guys know, I'm not crazy. This book makes me seem like I'm insane, but I'm not for the most part. This story is told in an 'Edgar Allen Poe' type of style with less murder. I really hope you enjoy. //by the way this is a 49 word challen...
