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Post by Sally Blossom on Jun 22, 2007 12:20:25 GMT -5
Sally ran to the storage room and hide be hide some box's. She was tried of life and how curl it was. She was tried of torture and went to die. She was done. She sat there with tears coming down her face. She sat there as she remember that trouble night when she was five and it played in her mind over and over again.Sally sat there all alone and thats what she liked to ice late her self from everyone. She only brought bad luck to everyone and hate it. She was done with everyone and everything
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