I used to have everything... I knew love, love in all its forms. I felt joy, and I had hope for the future. I was whole. I never thought it could all be stolen away, until it was. Soon my atrophied love fueled my burgening hate, I justified the raging desire for murder in my mind. And I lost it for vengeance. Eventually I realized I was no longer the woman I remembered myself to be. That she died when her love was slaughtered. I am her empty corpse.
I could never bring back what she lost, and what I lost it for was unobtainable. Yet I didn’t want to die. Dying would have meant I was letting them get away with it.
Coming out here, into infinite oblivion, embracing this absolute absence of life.
Being here, this… This is my final, unequivocal, once and for all : F*** you, to every living thing on earth.
I have found my closure.

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