Dear Evil Man

Dear Evil Man,

I dont think it's fair.

Not at all.

Why do you acquire happiness?

I think to myself,

"Why? Why is he given a family?

And a loving wife?

Why is he worthy of living?"

I dont...I can't

Understand you.

You do bad things only an evil man would do 

But still, you cradle your sweet, inocent

Child.

Then kiss your wife

Who doesn't and will never know.

Of the evil things an evil man, like yourself, does.

 With sympathy, Delia

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