Part 1

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"What does it say sweetie?" the mother asked.

"I think its just random jibberish, nothing much mom!" the girl lied.

She knew exactly what it meant.

It was about her. She was the only one in the family that wrote poetry.

She loved the way she could string togethers letters, to form words, that could form a message that could potentially be around longer than the girl lived.

It was her passion. So much so that she would often sneak out to poetry slams or clubs where she could share her message and maybe, just maybe inspire some people.

Now of course very few people knew of this.

Only her ex-girlfriend,current girlfriend and her best friend knew.

And the only one she could think of that would do something risky like that, was no one.

Her ex was still friends with her after realizing that she was indeed straight so they mutually broke up.

Her current girlfriend loved her, so theres no way she would've done something like that.

And finally, her best friend was still her best friends and kept each other secrets like old time lovers.

So the question was, Who did it, and how and why do they know?

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