She was common.
she is dead.
She was "happy".
She is dead.
She never knew what love was.
She is dead.
She lived by the gettoh.
She is dead.
She was suppose to be me.
She is dead.
She was never me,
and I was her.
She is Stephanie,
but now we're different...
how one year comes to another.............
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this "journal" is a place where i say things that can and can't have reasons. btw try not to compare me with anything in comments.
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