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She Still Talks

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I feel it's time I share my story. This is a story I've been fearing to share for..many..years now. It's the story of my best friend..and I fear she's come to haunt me...
I was 15 years old when it happened, she was 16. Her name is Amanda. She's an artist. Well, was an artist. She was carefree and loved her life. She loved her family and friends so much and would never have left them if she hadn't of died.
On August 23, 2005, she was found in her home with her neck sliced, and a knife right next to her. 
Each day I blame myself for her death, but recently, she's been telling me I shouldn't. Yes she's dead, but I can still see her, hear her, and the eeriest, touch her.
Please help. As much as I miss her, I want her Rest In Peace...

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