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Mystery
When you have a life like mine, it's bound to be extremely difficult. Everyone around you doesn't want to talk to you, no one wants to even sit near you. I've been an outcast in this town for about 10 years. Why? Because, when I was 3 my parents died in a car accident, I don't remember their names, who they were, or what they look like. Yeah I was with them in the car, instead of me passing away as well, I went into a coma for two two years, everyone gave up on me when I was 9. Why? Because I didn't do anything but sit and stare into space, I didn't eat, I didn't speak, I sat and stared. But that's because he said if I ever told anyone he would kill me, I tried, now it's time to speak. But he's gonna kill me if I do, do I speak, do I die with this secret?
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