Dont hate me now that Im gone
Now that I've choosen suicide
Now i've choose the final end.
Will you hate me?
For what I have done.
Will you think of me as
A prat or stupid?
Now imdead you
Will hate me.
You will think of
In a different mannor.
You will hate me
You must hate
My mannor of leaving.
You nust hate the way
I uped stocks
And left everyhing behind.
Try not to hate ne
Dont grive for long
poem by Amy Louise Kerswell
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