Lost Soul
These thoughts that lingers in my head I cannot explain
Only These thoughts are encrypted by him himself
He who’s not powerful or mighty
But me who’s brittle and broken
Lets him slide through the crevices of my worn soul
The winner is still unknown. -Vxxilla
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