Soul

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In a world of slumber and doubts, he stands tall and lean

A young man with blonde hair, blue eyes keen

Lost in a haze of low confidence and strife

A wannabe writer, struggling through life

His days filled with haze and pixels in grain

Lost in a world that never seems the same

No lifeline in sight, no stability to claim

Yet amity in his heart, and true care to gain

And amid the chaos, he finds moments to savor

The pigments, tastes, and smells never waiver

In the beauty of life, hearing and sight

he finds solace and sleep, through each passing night

A contentment that never seems to cease

Though sometimes he's lost, he finds himself at peace 

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