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I am dead, that is that, right now my only friend, is this scary rat, I'm in a sewer, it smells real bad, a man shoved my body here, it was real sad, he killed me with a gun, a blow in my chest, then he put me in this sewer, and laid me to rest, the funny thing is, I wasn't completely dead, he put me down here, and thought in his head, " she must be dead, I shot her heart", no actually, you missed that part, so for a few hours I laid, in agony and pain, trying to keep, myself sane, now I am dead, I'm sad to be, and I haunt the man who murdered me.