And the boy said,
"poison me, daddy"
and so he did.
The boy got addicted
to his poison, wanting
more and more each day
So, the poison started running low on
supply, and soon enough
was gone.
Now the boy goes through withdrawal.
And, oh, how to the boy wishes he never asked for love.
- H.H.
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Written With Suicidal Thoughts
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