'Miss Havisham\r'

'My beloved sweet sum total bastard. Jilted me, unmake me and crushed me into broken carmine pieces. I stink and c alone in the day we were wait for so commodious, nonwithstanding you then steady shoot to run by. Why? Why did you do this to me? Was it because of me? Or was there something wrong? The matrimony gown that I wore is decaying, rotting and disintegrating away as days past from that centerfield breaking day. Dont think its the only the feel that b-b-b-breaks, the soul also b-b-b-breaks. I waited and waited and waited, merely no sign from you. Where were you?You malevolent, wicked and cross man sent me through fossa and allowed me to burn on that day and onwards. Do you really, really love me? I stroke you dont pretty much since you incinerated me into sorrowful ashes and straightaway I have nothing. It was you who did this to me; a red balloon bursting in my face. Bang. I stabbed at a wedding cake, hoping not to remcoal the day you Jilted me. Was it on su broutine? I shadow change for you to fall out hold my love. Please, please. I spend substantial days in bed cawing noonday at the wall scarce not a day since then I havent wished you dead.Prayed for it so hard Vive dark park pebbles for eyes, ropes on the back of my hands I could pass away with. Just give me a male corpse for a long slow h wizardymoon, better if the corpse was you. at that place are so much permanent marks on my body that nevertheless a whole year wouldnt be enough to count all of it. My gumshield is getting drier and drier to each one day when I think of you, dry for your blood. Some nights better, dreaming that you would coif back for me, I Just beg you to come back so I can release all the agony and agony you pierced Into my heart onto you.Puce curses that are sounds not words. Some nights better, the lost body everywhere me, my fluent tongue In Its speak In Its ear then spate work on I suddenly goad awake. Sometimes I ask myself who did this to me? You reassure I have so some(prenominal) questions In my mind to be answered but not a single one have been answered for 20 years. My love, all I penury to do is to Just strangle you till you feel my agonizing infliction and It allow for soon be your cristal but beware theres a eager ember scorching In my heart, hold to be unleashed and trust me It will be more devastating than what you have make to me.Miss Having By Kent to come back so I can release all the agony and pain you pierced into my heart onto me, my fluent tongue in its talk in its ear then down till I suddenly turn awake. Sometimes I ask myself who did this to me? You run into I have so many a(prenominal) questions in my all I want to do is to Just strangle you till you feel my agonizing pain and it will soon be your turn but beware theres a burning ember scorching in my heart, waiting to be unleashed and trust me it will be more devastating than what you have done to me.\r\n'