the victim
dear lizzie,
you killed me
and the
circumstantial
death was ruled by you
you saw me suffer
you saw me cry
and even in the
worst of times
you still took
my fucking life
i tried so hard
so damn hard
to please you
but the
death you gave me
was your final thought
even though you
won
i have found
something greater than
winning
i found your
heart
at the bottom of
the river
sorry
sincerely,
your victim
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