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My Last Mistake
I can't get the thought out of my head of killing you. It'd be fulfilling, it's true. What would you do? If I ended it all, there's no one to call, no where to crawl. You've been left for the coyotes. I'll show these, animals who's the real predator, when I get rid of her. The last breath she takes will be my final mistake. I'm hanging on an inverted cross, all I need is the stakes.
