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Mystery
In this dark world, I, Harper Willis, was looking for light. Everyday the sun rose and shone brightly. But I was looking for the light that's given by the stars. The only light that's able to keep me calm after another day in my life. Every night, I used to climb up to the roof of our house. But this one night. I still don't quite know what has happened. But I'm still in a coma waiting to wake up. My parents think I was suicidal, my friends blame themselves and I, I don't even know if I still want to live.
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