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My Soul Has Been Damned
I put my hands around my wife's throat and I squeezed. What disturbs me is that when she died, I was pleased. When it came to having morals, I used to believe that I had some. But every time I look in the mirror, I'm horrified to see what I've become. My wife was so mean and she loved to provoke. Life became intolerable every time she spoke. She told me over and over how ugly and stupid that I am. I snapped and killed her and now my soul has been damned. I want to go to the Cops but they would lock me up for life, I would never again be free. But that's only if I would get lucky, it's more likely that I would receive the death penalty. When it came to my problems, she was the source. If I hadn't snapped, I might have considered divorce. As each day passed, that witch became even colder. I'll spend the rest of my days looking over my shoulder. She was a horrible Human Being and she loved to annoy me. I'll never stop fearing that the Cops are closing in and that will eventually destroy me. (This is a fictional poem)
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