Oct. 13th, 2014663Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡATSHUnEH9D
Dear Diary,663Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡbMkbVX6oDK
I did it. He's gone. Gone for good. It was quick, painless. Easy. Too easy.
They're out to get me. I know it. His wife must be worried sick. She's such a lovely lady. I almost wish-But no. He had to be destroyed. It was as simple as a nudge. Just a gentle little push.
But it was obviously intentional. A man like that, with a wife and a set of lovely kids and the perfect job, doesn't just kill himself. And they know it. They all know it. They know it was me. For I wrote my name on his murder. It was as easy as breathing. Killing, marking, then hiding. They know my name, but they'll never find a picture. For there's not one. They know my name. Murderess. Written in lipstick, every time, upon the person's face. Different lipstick every time. I'm not stupid. I can't risk them looking for the people who buy this specific lipstick. I always leave the tube with the body, and I always use one's with death in their names. Murder She Wrote was my favorite.. That was an easy kill. Death By Design was a bit too... Pink. But that was a planned puzzle of a murder, and needed a lipstick to match. Just a little kiss with Pink Poison sent that man into a coma.. a quick needle, and he was gone.
But, ah, I digress. This was my finest murder. The most... tragic.
Signed,
Murderess
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