Good Bye

by raince

I demand an explanation, my friend.

Need.

Want.

Demand.

But I guess yours words are not in your control.

If I want to hear from you, I’d shut my ears.

And watch your eyes communicate.

Which are closed.

Hopeless case, my friend.

We’re slowly dying.

The living dies.

And memories wither.

We are dead.

Long before you said good bye.

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