Dear David

David does not run

He knows he’s in big trouble

He knows he’ll never be free again

Reaching in his pocket, he grabs the gun

Slides the barrel into his mouth

Cold steel against chattering teeth

Pulls the trigger

Goodbye, David, I hope to see you soon.

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