Page 8 - Death

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I was always a morbid child, I wrote disturbing stories, drew eery pictures, stabbed my dollies with butter knifes.

Someone finally cares about me.

Even my best friend...

Some awesome lists!

When a teachers daughter died, my other teacher sent me down to the front office to give $20 dollars towards the funeral.

Two years ago, my house caught on fire.

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