ᴡᴏʀᴅꜱ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ᴀ ᴅᴇᴀᴅ ᴍᴀɴ

Words from a Dead Man
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There once lived a poet who had a broken soul, well, don't all poets?
He lived a lonesome life, had no friends, stayed inside believing the world was too dangerous for a soul like his. He believed the world outside wasn't meant for him, he believed his life was a sick joke from the gods above. He isn't amused.
As any person may know, a poet writes...poems.
After his untimely death these poems were recovered from his secret journals hidden in dust covered chests and trunks containing only the deepest of secrets