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The Soul


Empty the bottle and you'll see just how poisonous it has become It's long past it's expiration date Yet we still pretend it is healthy As we look at the bottle we see the difference between the outside and the inside On the outside it could be picture perfect depending on the wrapper, on the inside its dank and horrid Trying to clean it is nearly impossible because it has accumulated years of filth and decay Looking at the horrid goo shows you how much dirt I had and how little I tried to clean it An interesting specimen the soul is
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