Dear Maya,
I nearly killed him today. He's 5 rooms down from you. And guess what I found out today? Nah i'll tell you in the poem. It's sad. I'm depressed you know. It's the way my mum died. I hate it. Now I know how you feel like on the verge of death.
Crushed,
Drake.
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Notes To You
Poetry'After all she was the victim who declared war.' ©Sheila afb two thousand and fourteen
