Dear mom,
I'm sorry for what I've done.
I've done many things I regret. Now I'm being punished for them. The hangman is coming down from the gallows and I don't have very long.
I deserve what I'm getting. I was I the run, I was wanted, and now I'm caught.
They wanted me dead or alive, and I was for sure they'd see me dead.
But it's okay. I deserved it.
Love, your son.
(God, that was sad, wasn't it?)
