People Share The Deepest Secrets That They’re Taking To Their Grave

My Mother Killed My Father

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“When I was eight years old, my mother killed my father. She shot him in his face. I watched him bleed into my lap with what was left of his head. That day, I learned that blood has a strong smell. It stinks when there is a lot of it.”

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