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I Found Out You Were Murdered

And No One Cares

Sometimes, I look for you. Check out where you are. Yesterday, I searched. And found out you were murdered.

Three years ago.

Almost four. 2015.

Almost four years ago, someone came into your house and they shot you several times.

You died.

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