My dear girl,
You know I've never seen you happier
than when you talk almost incessantly
of yourself.
Your stories lift from your breath
and come to life before your very eyes;
that bitch who cut you off
she's your Moby Dick.
We are expected to believe your innocence,
but instead find you insane.
And I can't wait for the part where you drown yourself
for the sake of posterity.
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