Beautiful (On Haitus)
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Ongoing6m
Last published Sun, Feb 14, 2021
'We already thought it was what he said it was, it did look like there was petals in it. But we didn't think it was real. It looks like there was a murder here, strange really. Normally the coughing up blood and rose petals wouldn't be this bad, especially the blood. I don't even know who caused it, I have had a few crushes in the past but, I'm not sure about this time. Like I said, it was really strange. I'm also excited for school, but then again, I'm afraid. Not a lot of people appreciate me but it'll be fine! Anyways, it's time to sign off right here, as it is 9:30 PM.
Sincerely,
Darryl.'
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