

My SoulThe death is the window of freedom. Most fear its looming thought. But I welcome the endless wandering. Of a soul that was long forgot. When death is near, I'll show no fear. For I know not what is next, but what has happened. Every soul has been purged of this world but mine. I have been isolated in an endless torture. My own rage has left me alone in an empty world. Filled with my own endless wandering. Looking for the other soul that would help me cope. But I search in vain with constant pain. The soul I search for is so neat and so far. The only one left is me.My Soul
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