Murder
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MatureComplete Wed, May 31, 2017<5 mins
There has been a tragedy there has been a killing...I say again there has been a killing. I cant reamber much but what i do know is that i was 17 years old when i was murder. If only i can go back and see justice done for me. I NEED TO GO BACK I MUST.
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