Thomas Northcross

Rookie - 19 Points [The lonely poet]

Goodbye

I'm torn in two I don't want more,
Pure silence fills my head.
I die each day that I'm alive,
No more than fucking dead.
I stagger through this life alone,
I question why I'm here.
Then the answer resonates,
Loud and Crystal clear.
If some are here to live and leave,

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