I read her journal everyonce and a while. For some reason I feel like I owe her something. Or that she has some things to teach me, something I have forgotten. But I know how she feels, I know she would rather have me dead, I just don't know why. I want to know, but I know it's not my place to intrude. All I know is that she was my freshman year
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