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She begged,
"Kill me" she wept
"Please." Holding out a gun with her shaking hands.
Her body was covered in white silk. Lace traced the bottom of her gown. Her hair was curly; most said it was beautiful. Her light Carmel skin reflected perfectly in the reflection of the mirror. Hazel eyes burned my skin. Gaped mouth caused insecurities and pain. I know all about this pain, I know what it feels like. I know her. I am her she is me. We are different , we are the same.
I took the gun.