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Words cleanse my soul
This emptiness i feel has all became surreal. The circle remains unbroken, words floating through the silent air unspoken. How do you know when you are chosen? I feel a sense of security rapidly moving around quite spiritually. I feel it in my dreams, the nightmares heightened by the need for light it seems. I scare myself into thinking unclean. I purify my soul with material things. We are all God, we are all bodies. Walking, wafting, living, unforgotten. Love is watching someone die, the strongest is the one who overcomes ego, emotional trauma, feeling low. Is that why you choose to get high? If so, why do you still cry. Is that your choice of alibi? Your excuse , your muse, your canvas. It's no use. You still feel lost, confused. Dead is your mental state, feeling nothing is now what you love to hate. Let These words cleanse your soul, and suddenly you begin to feel whole.
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