To my family, let me bid goodbye to all of you.
Don't feel bad, I've been happy during my stay.
I enjoyed my life while it last.
But this is the end of it all.
It is the perfect time to stop breathing.
This is my stories resolution.
The end of it all.
But guess what Mom!
I'm living but deep inside I'm already dead.
There's no difference at all,
Do just let me die.
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Unspoken (Collection of Poems)
PoetryRandom poems here! Some may be good and some may not. Well I just write everything when my brain keeps on nagging me. So here it goes! Enjoy...atleast try.
