The Soul

The soul that wonders looking for its mate every where it goes. Running into heartache, pain, and sarrow losing a piece of itself every time. The soul keeps wondering lost and confused not knowing where to go. It feels trap in the world it in not knowing what to do. The soul is filled wit anger and frustration looking to its mate. The soul will never be free until it finds the mate it seeks. The soul will wonder endlessly until it feels complete..

This poem is about: 
Me

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