Randy Johnson

August 20, 1971 - Tennessee
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Dear John

(This is a fictional poem)

I was married and I was happy eversince the day I met her.
But when I came home one day, I found a Dear John letter.
I'm so miserable that I thought about slashing my wrists.
I found true happiness on the day when we first kissed.
But now the happiness is gone and things will not get better.
My world collapsed when I found that Dear John letter.
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