Dear Person,
My mother died in childbirth. I killed her when I lived.
Yes, it was a boring weekend. I'm a boring person. There's no fun in talking to me, so maybe we should stop this game of letters?
Anyways, the answers to your questions:
1) No.
2) I slipped in the bathroom, hit my shoulder against the sink.
Yours,
Cherry
P.S.: I know I'm in no position to ask questions and all that but should I be worried about you stalking me?
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dear cherry
tough luck
but maybe you didnt kill her new born babies arent capable enough to commit murders youre not a boring person i find you interesting so will continue this game of letters
and you really need to stop acting smart
questions
1) why dont you write diaries anymore
2) are you lying to me about that bruise
3) why didnt you come to school yesterday
yours
diary
ps - no
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