What is in a name?
A spectrum of symbols, molded together by sound.
Is it identity?
Or purpose?
What is too a name?
How can a sound specify who we believe we are?
Is it that to know a name is to know a soul?
Or that to know a soul you will learn a name?
For I have found that when called,
When looked for, my name doesn't just define me. It is my own.
When I was born, I was born
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Salvaged Soul
Poésie"The mind is a beautiful servant but a dangerous master" It said "so i must then let it serve my soul" I whispered A salvaged soul is not new, it is old. It has lost and is still losing but is no longer who it was when it first broke. To be one step...
