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I am chiseled to be lonesome, no one's half soul.
As greatly as I yearn for this fulfillment, it is out my control.
I am neither mind nor body humans fall in love with.
'Tis a future foretold by the fates and it is I who must endure it.
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Catharsis | Poetry
PoetryThis is a collection of my mind. *** A/N: No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form without the permission of the author - @themars_w The entire collection is my own creation. Remember, plagiarism is illegal & therefore pun...
