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  • In Memory Of Elisabeth Gustasdottir Stride

    I donít suppose Iíve got long now. The blade went through me so quick. It
    felt so cold against my neck. I wonder if the others felt it so cold when he
    cut them.
    Why didnít that man help me? I saw him looking but he walked away, so did
    the other one. They just walked away. But thatís our lot round here.
    I never thought heíd get me though, not really. My name will be in all the newspapers
    But I wonít be here to read it. Thatís all theyíll see me as one of his victims, another
    ďfallen womanĒ. Theyíll say I was stupid to go out on the streets but they donít understand
    we have to do what we can for money.
    This isnít how I imagined dying. Always thought it would be quick. I feel like Iíve
    been laying here for hours. Iím cold I bet theyíve a warm fire inside the club. Theyíll
    get a right shock when they find me here. If only somebody would come out
    maybe at least they could get me a blanket. They could go for a doctor but I know
    Itís too late. It must be that knife went so deep donít think even the Queens doctor
    could put me back together. I donít want to go alone, donít want his to be the last face I remember.
    I thought I could judge them better than that. He seemed so quiet at first then such
    anger. What did I ever do to him?He was leaning over me
    waving that knife then his face went so white, he ran so fast.
    Why wonít somebody come out of the club? I think my time is coming soon. I canít feel
    my arms or legs anymore. Itís strange I feel so calm now, peaceful like. I think, yes I can see a light, a bright white light somebody must be coming, maybe theyíll bring me a blanket
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