When I’m Gone
When I’m gone, nobody will know
When I’m gone, nobody will attend my funeral
When I’m gone, nobody will find out the poems I wrote
When I’m gone, the earth is still turning
When I’m gone, I’m still feeling lonely
When I’m gone, my last letter is still in my drawer
When I’m gone, everybody still hates me
When I’m gone…
Gunshot
Written by ColdStorm
- Author: Coldstorm ( Offline)
- Published: June 30th, 2022 05:53
- Category: Sad
- Views: 9
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