God, deceive my sight
Only I, can bleed in the night;
Death hasn't come, it has barely begun, it's eerie flight; everything they say, will turn out alright.
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This Is Your Voice
PoetryA selection of poetry, that I have written from the last three years. An anthology of my poems from the last three years, which I have put together, for everyone to enjoy, about survival, love, heartbreak and pain, and my own experiences in life. ...
