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She gazed into the distance. "I honestly didn't kill him." kept going in and out of her thoughts. Her blood boiled just thinking of that idiotic look on her face. "You're the reason he died. It was suicide. It's all your fault! It's all your fault!!". I can't stand these thoughts any longer. Standing at your tombstone, I begin to wonder. Was it really my fault? "It's not like you handed him the knife. He did it all on his own." Why won't I cry? Am I so evil? I don't care either way. I don't! I gave you flowers, what more do you want? I'm leaving. Rot in hell.. "Rot in hell... rot in hell...rot in hell.."
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