There is nothing and everything at the same time
There is joy and happiness, yet all the soul wants is to
reside in nothing
How can everything be so handsome and yet the soul is so
lost?
A bird finds its way at last through the sky naturally, but how
can this soul not yet fly
Addiction
There is nothing the soul has not felt that any other has
not
This is nothing new, nothing outstanding, or impossible to
comprehend
How does the same sentiment play out each time?
The wound is always so fresh with its metallic taste
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