I died yesterday.


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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