I sit here in silence, waiting for the day I can open my eyes stand and speak, but this world is trying to silence me.
Trying to take away what makes me, me.
Well I won't give into their demands.
I will live my life on my own two feet and when I die, I don't die a beast in cage.
I die a man.
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A Dying Soul Under The Cherry Blossom Tree
PoetryThis book is nothing but a passion project of mine. All criticism is welcome. Understand I don't expect anyone to read this but that matters not. At the end of the day this is meant to bring me peace of mind. So when I'm gone I'll have something in...
