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September 17, 2003
'I've waited this long. Perhaps I simply wasn't ready to give up on you, somehow hoping that you would somehow return. But you never did, and I have finally lost the will to live without you. If I cannot die of a metaphorical broken-heart, then I will have to physically create one.'

'Take comfort in the fact that I have finally found a path that will take me away from here.'

Slowly, but still without hesitation, she pulled from her many robes a needle-like dagger and forced in into her lonely heart.

There is nothing for me here, only death.