Dear Jane,

I would like to start off saying thank you, thank you for taking me into your home. giving me soup to shake off the cold and giving me a change of cloths. It pains me to say, I have some bad news for you though.
 
I would like to start by stating I used to know Mr. Doe. You see he was my best friend before we became foes. He would come to my house and we’d smoke some dope. We would come up with pipe dreams about hope. Then I started making gold. Soon our friendship became cold. He was jealous and still broke. 
 
On night I was riding down the road. A lump came into my throat. I drove up into my driveway eager to be home. I opened the door to see his wallet on my floor. A trail leading to another room so I froze. Everything grew dark and I went into a zone. I realized that it was her blood on my floor. I looked into the wallet to find out it was your Joe. My heart beating fast and time moving slow, I starting to lose control. I couldn’t tell no one though. This reap is mine to sow. I lost everything you know?
 
A couple days went by the idea’s and plans rising. I was going to surprise him. I was going to strike him. I was going to deny him. The life he so easily left there dying. My plan was simple. take him where he is crippled. 
 
I called him over to our friends home. Told him he can have a free smoke. The flame goes on as the glass glows. I sat watching him begin to choke. For it was my wife that he stole. “I poisoned that shit you know?” was what he was told as he began to choke. Wheezing and vomiting and his face pale. I sat watching him go. The feeling of no remorse coming over my soul I watch his life drain slow. My anger wasn’t done though. You see he took my wife so it was time to take Joe’s. I was going to go to his house and murder you slow. This was not suppose to be this hard though.
 
When you gave me that story you told. My feet went cold. I could no longer take your glow. A lump came in my throat. I had to quickly go. How could I take such a loving soul. Don’t worry though I will reap what I sow. I hope one day you can let all this go.
 
                                                                                     Sincerely,
                                                                                            One Tired Soul
Written by,
       Mr. Grim™️ Anthony Ray Blackwell 

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