i found him in his room, music loud, and spotless. there were four bottles on the ground, seven pills still in his hand. not only did he leave a letter he'd written three weeks ago, he looked like an angel even dead.
this was his death letter.

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Poetryi found him in his room, music loud, and spotless. there were four bottles on the ground, seven pills still in his hand. not only did he leave a letter he'd written three weeks ago, he looked like an angel even dead. this was his death letter. cover...