The lost girl who died broken
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She has no story. She just has a past and a future to uncover, but she doesn't want to go far because she's dead. misery killed her. The only person she could trust killed her. her memorys of happiness killed her. She is nothing.
*This isn't an actual story. It's just based on it.*
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