The Mystery Behind Emily (EDITING)
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Last published Mon, Mar 28, 2016
Why was this happening to me? Why me? I thought I was doing the right thing? I thought that what I decided would be respected. That's what he always told me. I tried so hard to be perfect and do what my parents asked of me. So why did it end so badly?
Why was he trying to kill me?
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