Page 1, My sixth piece. Please leave you comments. This was written when I was getting out of my depression. I wrote a lot back then. For now I will only paste this.

The shadow of my soul.

The shadow past awy

The voices stoped

All now is bright

Am i alright?
 

I feel a fresh breeze

And smell summer roses

Is temparily

or pemanent?
 

The shadow lerks

Voices whisper

I feel a falling

A falling heart

Seven days to date

No string of a bow

or clinging of a chain

The shadow yet lerks

The voices whisper.

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