Thread:Shuddervolt/@comment-26498914-20160121105019

I wrote a poem about your quitting during my Math class. Sadly,  it was on Bulgarian, so, while translation I didn't save the rhymes, but at least I saved the expression and the tempo.

The fight is merciless cruel.

The fight, as said, is epic.

He fell. Someone will replace him and...

that's it.

What does here mean some personality?!

Quit. And after it-just memories!

This is just so logical and simple!

But in the stormwe'll be again with you,

because, my friend, we have loved you!

I'll sometimes come round your dreams

like a far and unexpected guest.

I'll come quickly. Calmly I will sit down,

I'll look in the darkness for you.

When I spot you, with smile on my face,

I'll lightly hug you and then go away... 