Dear John

I was married and I was happy eversince the day I met her.

But when I came home one day, I found a Dear John letter.

I'm so miserable that I thought about slashing my wrists.

I found true happiness on the day when we first kissed.

But now the happiness is gone and things will not get better.

My world collapsed when I found that Dear John letter.

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This is a fictional poem

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