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“Jenn-a Jenn-a Tal-ya!’ you’re a p*ssy! I walked in and she was dying! Her face blue, and her skin cold, her eyes wide open, saying help me, she was on the bed ass naked, saying he got me, with a knife in it. She was followed by someone for saying what she said or something that she did, it caught up with her, yet she’ll make it like she always does. Her note was left on the other window on the other side, saying- I want it all to stop, I never wanted to do anything to anyone. Along with these lyrics that she copied off her cell phone, which she looked up: ‘But I'm on the outside… I'm looking in, I can see through you, see your true colors. Because inside you're ugly; you're ugly like me. I can see through you, see to the real you. ‘And it's- you that I will never feel or have,’ and that was all spelled wrong even though she copied it all.”

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Book:Nevaeh They Call Out
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