Ven,                                                                                                  Oct 13, 1941

You hate me, there's no point in living anymore. so I plan on burning like the fire that burns within me, I hope the flames that consume me go from gold to red like my love for you, I hope you see it see my love and care, see everything and know I'm done. I'll go to the church where you were married with thousands of explosives, and I'll leave a letter with all of the rest of these so you'll know why i'm doing this. I'll strike a match on the 13 of November at 1:13 am so I will burn through the night and maybe the day. I hope you know this was your fault and you husbands too!

You have thrown me into the fire where I shall burn,

Luci