Let the Magic of my words heal your soul

Let every breath of my pen heal your pain

Do not succumb to the pain and distress but give rise to berberine it will cured your wounds away

The rest is all but a game men play

Do not seek escape in pleasures that wither away

Instead… Stand strong, defeat the enemy at his own game by being strong of soul

There is nothing left once you are gone but the silent whispers of loves gone….



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