Harry Sweeden. My life in verse.
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Whispers in the shadows,
Darkness in the clouds… Wintertime so desolate… Life… so very loud. Silence once a blessing… Now, Just a dream… Voices in the shadows, Always watching me. Paranoia now a good friend, Always by my side… Watching my life go by… From where the voices hide. Vote for this poem
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