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Everything happened so fast. One minute I’m cursing you out via text asking you “where the fuck you been” and the next minute I’m staring at your dead body. I can’t stop thinking about you. I haven’t left the house in weeks. All I keep thinking is ” where did you go after you left here”. The last person remember you being in contact with before you left was your boyfriend. But by the way shit went down between me and him at the funeral I know I’m the last person he wants to talk to. I told you to stay the night but you’re hardheaded and you never want to listen! Smh you’re so stupid! No I’m stupid! It’s all my fault! If you wouldn’t have been sneaking over here you wouldn’t have ran into whoever took you away from me…I have to get out of this fucking house. I can’t just keep sitting here. I know somebody saw something or knows someone that knows something. So I’m dressed in all black until I find the culprit because someone is going to feel my pain.Im looking for revenge!

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