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Hello, I'm Homicidal Anne. I've been called a liar, an edgelord, and dramatic before, so I decided to make this. I don't want to lie to anyone, especially not my friends, so any questions will be answered honestly, or not answered at all. When I'm dead, I want my family to see what's on my profile. See what I'm really like. Not just the masks I wear on a regular basis. Fortunately they'll understand someday. But that probably won't be until I die.  So go ahead. Ask away. I don't care what it is, as long as it doesn't involve my last name or location. Tired of my shit already? Great, the exit button is right up there! If you do decide to continue reading, don't say I didn't warn you...Todos los derechos reservados

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