A Woman Deada Purchased Suitcasea Hidden Corpsea Suspicious Mana Lost Night A Cold Blooded Murder.
a woman dead a purchased suitcase a hidden corpse a suspicious man a lost night a cold blooded murder.
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i do not know why i crave intimacy do i want its pleasure? is it an act of love? a performance? all i know is that i want you and that when you kiss me i endure a whole other kind of bliss is that enough?
dear daddy the adulterer, how could you do that to her? how could you do that to me? for years, you abandoned us for that woman. you let my classmate, her son, know of the affair, but not me. you lied to us of what it means to love and be loved. you ruined our lives and everyone knows it, yet you get away with it nonetheless. there is no justice in the world for you still live in it. with no love at all, a daughter scorned
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i do not believe in evil but that man his face after killing that woman was blank with wide eyes the kind of face that embodies humanity's horrors. those eyes i fear that i shall never forget those eyes the eyes of the devil. he hid them behind his charm and charisma but they were always there the eyes of the devil. those eyes saw her die they saw the suitcase they saw the shovel they saw the woods they saw the grave those sadistic eyes. the eyes of the devil.
some days i am overflowing with love and can do nothing but write of it. i draft these love letters with the most cliche of prose and long for you to read it.