Inside, I was dead. Outside, I had to prove to everyone how strong I was. At each step I make, there is someone ready to tell me what was wrong about it.
I am scared, I will give you that. You can't really understand my situation. Nobody can. Can they? How would they? They don't know me at all.
The story is simple, I will spare you the details. I murdered my husband, and now I have to live with it.
I mean, I am still not sorry about it. He was an asshole. Everybody knew it, but still, they would cut my throat open if they could find out.
Well, I hope they won't. But if they do, my story ends with you.
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Story of a Queen
RomanceInside, I was dead. Outside, I had to prove everyone how strong I was. At each step I make there is someone ready to tell me what was wrong about it. I am scared, I will give you that. You can't really understand my situation. Nobody can. Can they...
