I died yesterday.
I ceased to breathe
The words that made me live.
I ceased to see lines and words
That were to strengthen me.
I ceased to write
Beautifully strung alphabets
As words for existence.
I ceased to live amidst those pages
Of books that once brought me life.
I died yesterday
Because I chose to.
You see, I killed myself
By trying to live without books and words.
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