if you
find my
body
chopped up
into little pieces
with a bullet hole
in the back of my skull
my throat slit
from ear to ear
the remains burned
beyond recognition
in the bottom
of a fire-pit
in my backyard
and there are
no fingerprints
anywhere
just as surely as I must have begged her;
I'm now begging you:
please, please, PLEASE!
do NOT believe
the suicide note
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