The Day The World Stood Still
All my fault. All my fault. All my fault.
Those words, repeating over and over, are the only words that I ever truly hear. They're the only words that hold any sort of truth. The only words that speak to me.
My name is Tara, and I killed my best friend.
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Those words, repeating over and over, are the only words that I ever truly hear. They're the only words that hold any sort of truth. The only words that speak to me.
My name is Tara, and I killed my best friend.
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This story is an entry for this contest.
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