
davidlaidisme67
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As I tear open my throat with the knife I wield in my left hand, blood dripping onto the floor like paint onto a canvas illustrating the lust, pain and suffering she’s made me go through. As I become pale and drop to the floor like a ragdoll, I want to see her face as she screams in horror as I become no longer a human but an empty vessel that harbored such resentment and misery it was too much to bear. I want her to wake up from nightmares about my death as she’s never able to fully recover and dies alone just thinking about how she made me suffer