Preface
Seeing your face in front of my window when I wake up in the morning creeps me out more than you could know. However, I do find myself admiring the handsomeness that was unjustly yours. You ruined so many lives, yet God saw fit to grace you with a countence greater than any other being I had ever met. How could such beauty be allowed to contain the ugliest thing any of us ever knew?
Why I don't buy curtains, shades or at least a thin sheet to keep your face from penetrating my mornings, I do not know. I cannot help but believe that when I see you, I am reminded by all the pain you caused; reminded of all the horrible things that I can never let happen again. You serve as a memory, a shameful, painful memory of how life once was. And I have decided to allow myself the discomfort of seeing you often so that generations after me will look at you with little to no reaction. So that my children will not flinch at your beauty, your horrible beauty. I am glad that I will be able to raise them in a world without you.
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