there's nothing to write anymore,
my time has come.
don't be sad,
when my death is arriving.
you'll always be the object of my affection,
until my last breath.
it's okay,
i can feel myself slip away,
myself being a foreigner to this strange land,
a land of shadowy plains.
( !! this poem was inspired by many talented poets xx !! )
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Poetrypretty self explanatory , poems that i write. enjoy :3 ( !! lower case letters are intended !! )
