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you won’t miss her there is no myself anymore I had to kill her because you see, she wanted too much more than anyone could ever give and I got tired of seeing her writhing on the floor and I got tired of seeing the blood from everyone scratching at her and I got tired of seeing the bruises from when she was constantly kicked while she was down and I got tired of trying to clean her up over and over and I got tired of wiping the tears from her face well my handkerchief is soaked with tears now and my shirt is soaked with her blood and neither one of us was feeling any better she was begging, you know for the pain to stop and so I did what I had to you won’t miss her Copyright Janet Kuypers. All rights reserved. No material may be reprinted without express permission.