Bizarre MURDER

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From the outside everything looked all American but they didn’t see the pain that caused me to take the shot. The continual “How was your day?” when she knew it was filled with the same monotony that the day before was filled with. “Did you meet any new friends” when the only friend I had was an empty chair. The pain of life was enough to her stabbing questions continue to prick me day after day.   Yes, she had to die if only to shut off the drips that continued to come from her mouth. The problem was the she was ME and if I had lived I would been her greatest defender.

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