An impossible poem about me was written.
But only when such a tragedy has happened.
My world had to be shattered
For your words to greet my ear.
Take me for granted, please.
I won't try to pause or cease
What is coming about.
Write about them.
Write about her.
Write about him.
Even when they didn't need to hear it,
You have gifted them your letter-made up sentences.
While I had to wait to be torn apart.
Little by little.
Piece by piece.
I'll be gone.
Don't look for me.
Truly.
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