Silent Voices
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Last published Thu, Jul 27, 2017
Herein are little works of madness and sparks of creativity that tend to roam around in my mind. As you go through the pages you will find poetry of an escaping man, a drowning soul and a hopeful heart. Each one contains important events in my life that shape me into who I am, that break me down into nothingness and that take me to a different place. Paper was the place I used to store my words that could never see the day of light thorough my speech. Welcome to my silent voices.
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