Who was it?
If he is dead, then who is behind me?
Was Moitri killed or did she kill herself?
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No one becomes a murderer by choice.
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Writing is also a kind of Art, isn’t it? The incident is real but the names are changed for privacy concerns. Date: 27th December 2015 Somewhere in Sardinia, Italy Maya: (in her head) I hate parties, I just want this thing to get over. Ginevra: Maya…? Mayaaaa…?? Ms. Sennnnnnnnnnnn????
I’m here, alone, with simply the vivid shadows I had always wanted to stay with me. Be that as it may, I feel inebriated when you’re with me, I hear whispers even in hushes. Please don’t smash my faith in you, love.