The Lost Soul Of A Pure Heart

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Depression and anxiety

made me distant from society


What I need is a
fix of that weed

To heal the pain
and keep me sane


I was never told
That the world could be so cold

She lived by her moto
"Inhale that good shit
Exhale that bullshit"

Like the moon and stars
She was near but far

This dark hole seemed
To consume her soul

Joint after joint
She tried to find her point

To fight this feeling
Before God she was knealing

He showed her a path
Where there's light after dark

She began healing
She began believing

By: Dezray Govender

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