I am bitter.
I mourn for the people I couldn’t become and I blame the world for it.
They killed the poet
They killed the writer
They killed the playwright
and everything they could’ve written.
They killed the actor
They killed the model
They killed the muse
and everything they could’ve become.
They killed the firefighter
They killed the doctor
They killed the soldier
and everyone they could’ve saved.
They killed the child
They killed the romantic
They killed the dreamer
and everything they could’ve accomplished.
They killed everything I could’ve become and I’m bitter.
Because in the end, I let them die.
Beautiful!!
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Thanks 🙂
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Awesome..
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Thanks 🙂
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Awesome brother….keep up the work…,👌
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