Somewhere, in a smal town, my name has been on the lips of every person. Only because something happened to me, and they know, I will never be able to survive. "She's only six-teen. Do you really think she understand what death is". "She'll never be the same after this, just a little more fucked up than what she use to be". "Oh my god, I hope shes all right." I'm never the talk of the town. Unless someone has a problem with me which is never a worry.
I couldn't even see someone thinking that I'm a juvinal. But crazy. Crazy would be a better word.
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