She was afraid of the world.
She didn't feel appreciated.
She wanted to recant her violence and anger.
She wouldn't admit it though.
Not even to herself.
She's dead now.
Lost her life at the end of a madman's calculated fists.
The world will miss her.
It started about two years ago.
Miriam met a man named David.
They fell in love.
She was with his child.
A car accident changed that.
Two months ago Miriam left David a letter on his pillow.
She had left him for another.
David wept for one day and one day only.
One month ago Miriam and David were packing Miriam's belongings.
They made love.
They ended up on the couch.
The bed.
The kitchen floor.
The shower.
David felt hope.
Miriam crushed it.
Two weeks ago Miriam stopped talking to David.
Two days ago David paid Miriam a visit.
They ******** initiated it.
When it was over she laughed at him and his emotional pain.
David went home and shot himself in the mouth.
He didn't die.
He didn't die.
David blacked out.
Yesterday David woke up with blood in his mouth.
Miriam had been beaten to death.
David's fingers were broken and bleeding.
A note on David.
He's riding the rails and heading towards Canada.
Perhaps there is salvation in the snow.
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