ɪᴛ's ɴᴏᴛ ᴀ sᴇᴄʀᴇᴛ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɪ'ᴍ ᴀ ɢᴏɴᴇʀ
ɪ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴅɪᴇ ɴᴏᴛ ᴊᴜsᴛ ɴᴏᴡ ʙᴜᴛ ғᴏʀᴇᴠᴇʀɪɴ ᴛʜɪs ᴄᴏʟᴅ ʀᴏᴏᴍ ɪ sʜɪᴠᴇʀ
ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ's ᴛʀᴇᴀᴛᴍᴇɴᴛ sᴛᴀʀᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴄʜᴀɴɢᴇ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴡᴇᴀᴛʜᴇʀʟᴇᴛ ᴍʏ ᴄᴏʀᴘsᴇ ғʟᴏᴀᴛ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ʀɪᴠᴇʀ
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Voices Of My Heart
PoetryWhen my lips got tired of telling lies, I let my pen write the truth. Welcome reader. Let yourself discover the verity.