& THE KILLING BEGINS
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I pulled the knife out of my chest. From there I knew he never thought about me through days and nights, he never did.
Blood started to pool around me as he cried. He just did it for her but he couldn't even think about me.
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Seconds, minutes, hours, days, months, years had passed and I still couldn't stop thinking about that day, the day he left me there to die.
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