My Broken Soul
I never knew that i would feel so blue. So angry at the world. Everyone hurting each other in a cruel way. We used to talk of brotherhood. Young lives are taken away because of the hate in the world towards them. I was one of those people that was hurt and left to survive on my own. I still have the scars of the hurt on my body and in my soul. I feel as if my world spins out of control at times and it became overwhelming. The pain, the tears, and the hurt that i carried with me. I didnt feel so much love but it became somewhat better in the time ahead. But my soul is still broken and it will take time to heal. My broken soul.
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