Death found me | l.h.
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Ongoing21m
Last published Mon, Aug 15, 2016
Death's inevitable. And it's like...anyone that is around me...will end up dying.
I fought to stay away from people; for I am a death magnet. Anywhere I went, someone died. It had gotten to the point where investigators accused me of being the killer, but they didn't have any evidence. Only that I'm always there where these things occurred.
Running, hiding, and trying to find the reason why, this is my story.
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