"Ends are often written before beginnings."
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On September 22nd Aaron Dalson was pronounced dead.
And I know you're not supposed to speak ill of the deceased, but there wasn't anything good to say about Aaron.
He was a liar, an abuser, a rapist, and practically a murderer.
I hated Aaron Dalson and maybe it was cruel, but I was happy he was dead. Because if he was dead that meant I never had to see him again. I would never have to hear him call me a murderer again. I would never have to feel his hands on me again. I would never have to look into his dark soulless eyes and wonder if I deserved what he did to me ever again.
In my mind it was something to celebrate. Sure, there were tons of Aarons in this world, but this one was gone.
And this one was the one who tortured my sister.
So maybe it was wrong that I wasn't upset about Aaron's death.
But I didn't give a shit.
I was done letting Aaron control my life and now that he was dead that was finally a possibility.
You're not supposed to speak ill of the deceased.
So, on September 22nd Aaron Dalson was pronounced dead.
And that was all there was to say.
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