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The Letter

Covered in tears, and written in a shaky, sloppy hand, he found the epistle clutched to her breast.

I fee l like I’m in the place where I once was.

Labored and burdened by your despise. You love me, but I feel like you hate me again. And I can’t take it. It takes all warmth from my body, and makes me shiver and rasp with death.

My heart tries to cling to you, but you push it away for my mind’s weakness. My heart belongs to you, truly, but you do not believe it because I know, and have revealed that my mind can wander.

If you will not believe it belongs to you, at least keep my heart with you if you won’t accept the rest of me.

I cannot allow myself to exist, if my existing and temptation to wander may result in any suspicion or worry by yourself that my heart does not truly belong to you.

If you ever suspect it, I beg you, out of mercy, please, take it out of me and keep it with you, forever.

Her body lay in a pool of blood and tears, blood still dripping from her eyes and pouring from her chest.

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