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Dear Mom.



I hate to let you down tonight,

But when you see me this dark night,

You'll see your son,

Hung from a rope.

From the ceiling,

From the pain and misery.



The pain and misery I have brought upon myself.

I have done terrible things.

But I just wish you'd love me.

As much as I love you.



"Oh I love you son..."



But now you’re reaching the end of this note,

And that you've told my cold, stiff carcass

How you feel.

I want to let you know.

I'll see you soon.