There is a terrible pain in my
heart. I’ve done it, and I never thought that I would. She is gone. The woman
that I love, I killed her. I killed her with my own two hands. She’s dead. I
buried her deep, deep down below the ground, where no one can find her.
She promised me freedom happiness,
but that’s all gone. I killed her. Now I’ll be here forever. Living a life of
passivity.
Then I’ll die. You wont know my
name. No one will. It won’t matter, because I am a killer. A murderer. I killed
the woman I wanted to be, and now I am cursed. I have to sleepwalk through my
days, until I am old, and my youth is wasted away.
Though I know there are many girls
like me. They are all around you. Find the window with its lights on late at
night, and listen. Really listen, and you’ll hear the soft sobs of a woman in
grief. She killed a woman she loved, a woman she wanted to be, and she buried
her in her heart.
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