He was a poet once.
They said that a lot -
He was a poet once.
The truth is, he never really considered himself a poet at all. He saw the world, filled with beauty and hate and sadness and love, and it was poetry. He just did his best to put it on the page. He shared with the world his view of it, along with his deepest loves and greatest longings. He was a romantic, you see, and each poem he wrote was a love letter to the world.
He used to be a poet, in their eyes.
Suddenly, though, with no explanation, he just... stopped. No one could understand why this would happen - and he offered only one answer, which did little to stop the speculation.
He closed the door, he said.
And now, they say he was a poet once.
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