Entry One Hundred And Three

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Dear diary

He's dead...

He shot himself, he was still wearing his wedding ring...

I took a look at the gun he had used to end his life.

It had my name engraved on it.

I killed him.

I was the gun that he had placed to his head.

I was the bullet that tore apart his brain.

I killed him....

Adrienne

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