My Diary

I need to try to get the last of her blood off the floor today. See it there still hurts. She has now moved on - to the only real freedom there is. Death. That oblivion out of whe she came less than eight months ago. She endured agonizing pain and fear first. In our last moments together she peed on me. She hadn't had a chance to pee for a long time and when I placed her on the cold steel table, her bladder released and my hands were baptised in one more flush of the rage and hatred so much of my life has involved so far.

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