GhostWriter

Joined March 2022

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I write how I see the World. You can see it as Truths or Lies. But in the end, we all live in the same place.

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Poem: Blessed Rain
Today you’re sad and the rain starts to fall, You look the window and your eyes begin to ball. Tears and Tears rain down your face, the drops of water fill your embrace. You don’t understand
By GhostWriter4 years ago in Poets