Reader and interpretor of souls
Souls are crying out here
Here in the darkness so afraid
Afraid of shedding tears
Tears we eventually come to pour.
Speaking of pouring, something crossed my mind,
My mind which is always in turmoil,
Turmoil of whether to be frank again,
Again and again I get broken.
Talk about broken,I remember courage,
Courage which is there no longer,
No longer expression of feelings,
Feelings that kill me deep down.
How can I be brave in the future,
Future that I need to stand for,
For the world has no pity,
Pity has turned to selfishness
OH MY POOR SOUL.
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