Broken Memories
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I was the odd one out. The weirdo, The creep. The wannabe. Hi, I'm Victoria and this is the story of how I died. No, there isn't some catch where I'll die happy, or die old with my beautiful boyfriend. No, this is how I died a horrible death with only a couple tools, we'll get to that later. I will also talk about what led up to my death.
Warning: this has self harm, rape, suicide, a horror scene, and abuse in the story. Do not read unless you can bare through it.
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