Everyone will know what I've done to her. I have made her a hollow reed, a pure channel for my love. I am far too sentimental to ever part with her fear. There is no value in anything else that I own. What I will leave them is a shell of her, so they will know they did not stop me. The only faith I have is in the cowardice of hollow men, and violence is the only way I can express myself. Everyone will learn what's been done soon. This is your bed of collapsed flesh and weak bones, and you have to lie in it. Every day there's less of you to love.
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