The soul.
The soul is what keeps you together. Forever.
It's what bonds you with things you hate, with things you love. It's what made you realize that the world you live in, was tough. There were no "enoughs" no "but's" it was one chance and one chance only that created the soul to be free.
The soul.
The soul is what made me, me. The soul is what made you, you. Don't listen to others who claim their words about you to be true. You're a soul, and the eyes you own reading these words are simply a meat bag. Don't worry, the next life won't be such a pain; a lag. You'll be prepared. Maybe the next life won't be so fair, so easy, but believe me - you're a soul and you can do whatever you want that won't end your life as a toll - because you're exactly like one of them.
The soul.
The soul is what poured the cold heart in paint and created it like art. The soul is what made the Lord happy and made Lucifer angry.
The soul is me,
and the soul is you.
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Breathe [Collection of Short Stories/Spoken Word]
PoésieCONTENT MAY BE TRIGGERING. Few short stories (and spoken word poetry) about the daily struggle for millions of people around the world. Whether or not you are aware of these problems, one many, unfeasibly cannot fit in our shoes. They know the probl...
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