I’m a
terrible person. I’m never going to leave this rocky nothing, and that’s a good
thing. It’s only by the whims of fate that you can read this.
I snapped
her neck. I didn’t know that I could. She didn’t see it coming.
I can see
her face every time I close my eyes. Did I really love her? Or was it all
pretend?
She bled
black. There was something in her veins. It must have been poisonous, so I
drank it.
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