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she hasn't come home now in a few months. once i get her back, i will never lose her. never.

i thought that i heard her voice in an apparent complex. police gave up on the case weeks ago.

there is no hope. all i can have is hope, but its gone.

i come back to the empty room of my daughter, the one i had named with him. the man who was supposed to be my husband through love, health and sickness.

that wasn't the case. he was the cause of my pains and troubles. the reason i abused her, my princess.

i guess i don't have the right to call her that anymore, do i?

the last thing on my mind was my daughter. the unexpected, unloved, under cherished daughter of mine.

i jumped.

i never learned how to swim, or how to hold my breath under water. my body was banging against rocks and taken away by the high currents of the river.

and even through all that suffering, all i could think about were the wrongdoings of mine. the pain that hold had suffered because of me.

darkness
deterioration
it was all gone.

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