2020, let me die before you.
let me live, before you.
to you, to the birthgiver and the grip.
Im overwhelmed with sadness
yet emptiness chose to sneak in
how much more longer could I step by
if one by one just left.
The core of my strength, the only light that shines in me
So let me die, for that is the last thing I want to suffer.
Not the lost of my lover, the lost of the birthgiver, and the grip.
Sadness will be for them, but not as long as it is for me.
-N.I
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Dead Poets
Poetry"Poets are among the damned, cursed to commiserate over their loss, to reach with outstretched hands-" -Lang Leav
