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Nov 2018
Theres a dead man in my window. I see him all the time. Theres a dead man in my window, he wheres a shirt like mine. theres a dead man in my window, he is covered in mud. Theres a dead man in my window, he talks about the blood. Theres a dead man in my window, he tells me to flee. Theres a dead man in my window, and i think hes me.
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Zane  19/M
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     Ikimi Festus and Hannah Christina
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