Death Became Me

Over the next several weeks, I was more motivated to work than ever.  I wanted to be in her face as much as possible as a constant reminder of what a horrid thing she did.  I wanted to think of myself as the walking dead in her eyes.   IcouldhavediedIcouldhavediedIcouldhavediedIcouldhavediedIcouldhavediedIcouldhavediedIcouldhavedied.   But I didn’t, no … Continue reading Death Became Me

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