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A husk of a soul
Aimlessly wandering through life
No love
No goals
No motivation
No will to continue onward
Many times you feel it's soul screaming
Crying
Weeping
Pleading and begging
"Let me out!"
It tears at its face
Lamenting
Tormented
Unable to free itself from the crushing weight

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