Dear Mr Selfish
Dear Mr selfish,
To the ungrateful little prick
Swinging dead, cold and pale by the neck.
I am the void I am death, and i will joyfully
Eat every crumb of hope you had selfishly left behind.
Sincerely; SUICIDE
Copyright © Dylan Frost | Year Posted 2022
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