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Jun 1
The people who were supposed to be
My friends
Proved not when I needed them
Most
I was called r***** for being interested in forensic science
A  spazz because I had emotional scars
And toll to k-i-l-l my self
Because i was unique
These people who were supposed to be my friends
Proved to be a pain in the ****
Both physically and emotionally
A keloid
To be rid of
Has more integrity
Then them
What they did they will have to
Answer for to God he says
Thru shalt not killer
But that is only with weapons
Not with words
As I was slowly murdered
And my dreams broken
These people who were my friends
They are
Fake
Elena Nickle
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Elena Nickle  36/F/Ottawa
(36/F/Ottawa)   
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