I Confess...
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She was perfect. And I destroyed her. I killed her. I broke her. I made her break; I made her shatter across the floor... I should have been careful. I knew how delicate she was. “My name is Elizabeth Smith and I have a confession.” Elizabeth considered herself a monster, someone who did not deserve to live, she caused pain in the world and she did not know how to work through her misery, till a solution was brought upon her.
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