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16 Sep 2017
My Dearest Elsa,
You are the bane of my existence.
Without prevarication, I confess into the arms of God that I have spent many nights trying to smother you in your sleep. There would be other nights where I would find myself stroking the cheek of your precious countenance, and I would half believe that I loved you, but your monstrosities are irreversible, and your wickedness is unforgivable. I have remarked that you may as well die long before your coronation, but that is because you have been dead since you were born. Like a wraith wandering the earth's plane, you only pretend to be alive.