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The Mysterious Blue Claire

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Reads 271
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accusations family friendship gossips hatred highschool innocence misunderstood murder secrets struggle teenfiction

Do you know how it is to live with a false accusation? A false accusation of being the very murderer? Of being the sole reason for the parting of a family? No, you don't but I do. Have you ever felt like not breathing when there's oxygen all around? Have you ever felt isolated while standing in a crowd? No, you haven't but I have. I am suffocating in this world of despair. I am going through this death process, gradually suffocating to death. I invite you to come and listen to my story, experience my struggle in removing the stigma of murder from my name to restore my untarnished identity.All Rights Reserved

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