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"A White Bride Love Story"
-Thommy McCorkle-

I sit here alone in a nightmare, mind encased, full of dispair. You were going to be my white bride but you said your love for me died. So now you are my cold lifeless bride. Now deep in my wine cellar your rotting body I hide. No one will ever know of this love crime. Yet my wounds only become deeper. I do not understand this pain I feel. I can not believe what I have done, I can not escape this nightmare. The only way is to disapier. I must drain my body of this dispair. As I lay next to your holding your hand, my body begins to feel numb as the blood drains I watch it pour from my thumb on your white dress. I shall spend eternity next to your beatiful cold corpse all dressed in white we lie. Now one will ever discover me and you. Never to be heard this is how our love story shall end. As I can no longer write as this death I shall not fight but to give you one last kiss on your kold soft lips as I whisper in your ear good night now I indefinatly perish now we can began our love story after life....