| I sit as tomorrow I die and today I will unburden my soul. |
| These
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| Events have tortured me, and destroyed me. |
| I can still hear her
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| Faint screams engulfed in the atmosphere around me. |
| The stench of
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| Ammonia still encircles the room where her disemboweled corpse lies
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| One night returning home, much intoxicated, I fancied my wife to
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| Avoid me
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| I seized her with the fury of a demon instantaneously possessed. |
| I
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| Knew myself no longer. |
| My original soul, at once to leave my body
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| And a more fiendish malevolence, gin — nurtured, thrilled every
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| Fibre of my frame
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| At an instant, I grabbed the knife from the kitchen and left an
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| Incision from ear to ear. |
| In turn, her limp weak corpse fell
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| Instantaneously. |
| I, in return having received much pleasure from the
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| Initial blow, had begun to cut into her abdomen. |
| Once inside, I
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| Began exploring the regions of her innards. |
| The warm blood still
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| Running, the warm blood still running down my hands is cold and
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| Damp
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| I began to remove her intestines, stopping to take a little nibble
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| Or two. |
| Her uterus seems to mesmerize me as I bury my head into it
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| And lose myself into a world of the subconscious. |
| For now I know the
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| Many pleasures of my wife, and I will soon be joining her |