Dear Mr Hardison,

        This is a formal request for you to stop writing vague pain poetry about an event that happened months ago with a person who doesn’t even think twice about you anymore.
The readers are sick of hearing about it, and the new ones have no idea what you’re talking about nor do they have the energy to read all the long, long backstory. I understand you still resent it and you’re so stuck on it but it’s dragging your writing down and the press with it. This your final warning, if I see you write one more poem about finally breaking through to your freedom followed up by an immediate relapse you’re toast. She doesn’t care about you anymore so why do you, for the love of God focus on the one thing you’ve got going for you.

                              Sincerely, Poets United Press.

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