Dear Quill,

I can't write what you did.
I don't have it in me to pen what happened down.
But, you fucked up, Quill.
And even though I wasn't the one
to come forward, I'm glad you're exactly where you belong.

I hope that in prison you'll finally understand what it means when someone says no.

You were the one who:
a) wronged me,
b) failed me, and
c)missed all the signs

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