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Sunday, 23 January 2011
02:33:41 AM (GMT)

Friday, January 21st, 2011, The questions are eating away at my heart, brain, and soul. I haven't eaten since I heard the news. I haven't slept since I heard the news. I haven't thought clearly since I heard the news. I haven't stopped thinking since I heard the news. It couldn't have happened that way, She wouldn't have done that. It can't be true. The story doesn't add up. I need to know. I need to see, I can't believe. This can't happen. This is a dream, right? No, it isn't. They're dead, and if I would've been there, if I would've stayed with her friday night, as I was supposed to, would things have been different? Could I have stopped this horrid event from occurring? Is this my fault? Will I ever know what really happened? Why did it have to turn out this way? How could she do this to them, to us, to herself? I don't understand. I don't understand, and I can't breathe. Please, just let this be a dream. Let me wake up, I need to wake up. This is my nightmare.
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