• Well maybe you were just a detail in an otherwise ordinary life.
    (well maybe i loved you. Just another detail, hmm?)
    But my life is far from ordinary.
    And this is far from perfect.
    Because there is no such thing as a perfect murder.

    Murderer.
    You murdered me.

    So next time you ask yourself why I'm not there,
    take a trip down memory lane, on that late night of June 2009.
    Were you feeling a little mad? A little angry? A little sad?
    Betrayed perhaps?

    "My pent-up frustrations got nothin' to do with this."
    I don't want to hear that
    or
    "You need someone to ####### put you in your place."
    that either.

    Just like i don't need you.
    You're worthless.
    Your very birth was a sin,
    a dark mark of shame on humanity.
    And sweetie, humanity is already scarred with shame.
    But you were just the ultimate shame. The ultimate regret.

    My regret.

    And i don't need to end this with something like

    "I hope you never find happiness"
    or
    "I hope you die and burn in hell"



    Because you're already in hell.





    And no,

    we can't have any last kisses

    or wishes

    I fear I might drown.

    Goodbye.





    I loved you.

    (With all my black little heart)

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