l remember it was about something he went through,
They say he wrote it during winter.

His Post,
Was covered with drops of tears after every sentence _
As if it were a full stop.
They said you could see his pain-filled face _
With every letter you read .
And l did .
l saw the tears ,
The hurt and pain after every comma .

And at the end it was signed _
Crookedly, but with emotion in every stroke.
They said he put a stamp_
And l saw it,

His stamp of blood
And l knew _
It was a vow_
To never love again.

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