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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