On the 3rd knock I rose from my demise. I heard the footsteps speak. I stood at the edge of my depression and took a leap... why didn't you catch me? The fall was painful, her smile was like a bittersweet placebo.
She touched my hand and I woke up screaming her name, I can feel her... I hear a voice of a lady call out to me, She said "Menzi you died 3 years ago.
The knocks represent the years that had escaped you". I write this from the other side and if you see her please tell her I love her.
I don't think I will be coming back, I am a prisoner of this cold world. I can still see her in my dreams... I hope you remember me sweet darling. - Menzi Buthelezi
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Sweet Darling
PuisiWhen we feel all alone, lost and out of place. What if nobody reaches out to try to save us?
