Why was I with a man that I do not trust?
Because I'm idiotic and have no self assurance.
Why am I stumbling around everywhere, trying to find a way out with moments until I would collapse?
A never ending supply of mind altering fluid that's surging through my veins.
Who am I?
My name is Randi Johnson, and this is the story of how I died.
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No Name
Teen FictionDon't get too excited. This is a story in the making. Actual story details will come up when there is 7 real chapters. Not sure what the name of this book should be. I might keep it "No Name". However, I called it that because I really don't have a...
