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Dear Sir,

I want you to know

that last night I cried myself to sleep

I also hope you know

That you make me ill,

so ill, I cannot eat



I hope you know you're selfish

and arrogant

and unkind



I hope you know

you're fucking with my heart,

my soul,

my mind.



I hope that you don't know

Just how much time I've wasted

on your pretty face

and all of you

that I have loved

and hated.



So, Dear Sir,

I hope this finds you well.

No really, I do.

I hope it finds you

fucking swell.



Signed with love,

warm regards and wishes



- The one you tortured, then forgot

for other whores and bitches.