I still can't get why you left,
There was no reason to do that.
You were the only one to love my craft,
You disappeared, I became sad.
My reader, please, come back,
I need you to show me what's wrong.
It's you, who I lack,
Your words is what I long.
You are the gift I need to have,
Nothing else makes me thrive.
See, others made me deaf,
Only you knew what's real life.
Reader
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