Daemon Maxwell - Writer

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Open Letter

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I won’t meet any more of you. It hasn’t gone well.

Other people are clearly terrestrial hell.

Don’t know who to trust. Won’t ask, won’t tell.

Please leave me alone. This hasn’t gone well.

I went to school. It didn’t go well.

Kids are mean; they hit and yell.

Call you queer. Pretend you smell.

Educational damage. It didn’t go well.

Got a job. It didn’t go well.

Needed money, had time to sell.

Met the execs. Fuckers can’t even spell.

Made more debt than money, didn’t go very well.

Went to therapy, shit didn’t go well.

Paid someone to have someone to tell.

Professional friend. Empty comfort shell.

Didn’t think it’d work, and it didn’t go well.

I was born on earth, but it didn’t go well.

Forty spins round the sun before I fell.

My round is over, please ring the bell.

I won’t get up this time. This hasn’t gone well.

I was raised to be nice, but that hasn’t gone well.

Other people just take you for rides straight to hell.

Hypocritical liars have broken life’s spell.

I won’t meet any more of you. This hasn’t gone well.