soul

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My soul is aching
I don't know this sadness
I try to cry lightly like always
But I can only produce sobs
The sobs rip my soul apart
I can't stay quiet
My whole body convulses
I can't stop it
My soul is hurting
With unfamiliar sadness
Each sob kills my soul slowly

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