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Last published Tue, Jan 12, 2016
Lily is psychotic but was never given treatment. She's a sweet and kind girl, but that's the only thing she will let you in on. Lily knows she's dangerous so she doesn't become friends with people. At 15, she is already has become a mass murderer killing over 64 people because of the voices she hears in her head that tell her too. All 64 murders have cold cases, no leads no nothing. Lily was just a the kind, sweet, but mysterious girl that know one bothered with till Hayes became fascinated by her mysteriousness, he was in love and had to open up the things she wasn't telling everyone.
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