Red Rose
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MatureComplete Thu, Apr 18, 201921m
I'm not the same. But then again, who would be after going through the things I have?
I've witnessed murder. My mother's, all of my best friends' and someone-that-I-couldn't-remember's. But that would only make you mentally unstable.
Whereas me? I'm insane.
I was murdered. In my own home. BY A FREAKING- What was that noise?
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