I let them die.

I let them die.

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. ©Caffeinated Chi - An amazing blogger friend/guide of mine who's been a great inspiration and motivation to me! If you love reading mysteries then you'd surely love to read his book:- Divulge 4 Cover credits- Google Images...
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