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mental perseption of myself,now. |
| My soul is sickened, turned sour with sorrow. Life dangles in suspension, held tight and tangled with despair. My soul has been injured, bruised badly,so deep. It strives with unknown devotion, pleading to feel complete. But the vessel is hollow, so- sore and weak. What cure can heal this sorrow, could it ever feel whole and complete? |