Suicide Letter by Jon-Jacob F DealAll resolved with a cordite pop-- Here lies your doctor with his brains on the floor The blood of your lawyer litigates the ceiling On the walls, redly written, your writer's final scrawl I wonder If I lived long enough To think about you? No matter. For giving me the strength to end myself, Thank you. 09/28/2001
Author's Note: Still kicking.
Posted on 09/28/2001 Copyright © 2024 Jon-Jacob F Deal
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