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A reason?

Did she need a reason to kill?

Suppose she had one,

What then?

Would the kill be justified?

What would justify the taking of a life?

The girl's head was hung low as she stepped into the shadows.

A howling wind raged as she slipped inside the door.

There her mother lay,

Unaware,

Unprepared,

Innocent.

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Innocence?

Who in this world is truly innocent?

Even the good are bad,

And light is tainted by the ever-lasting darkness.

After all, hadn't she,

Gloves, been innocent once?

Her innocence, her good intentions.

Her purity, ruined.

Was it her fault?

Was it?

Was it?

It was her fault.

Hers.

Hers for leaving.

Hers for abandoning.

Hers, for betraying.

This sin, cannot be forgiven.

So, she mutters to herself her reason.

For papa, for papa...

For me!

For my lost childhood, for my tainted soul.

Mother dearest...

DIE!

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