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….