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My soul spoke volumes as it cried through my chest. Nothing would be so pure, so painful. Nothing like hearing the soul speak after years of silence. Hurt. Screaming it begged, to be set free, “please, let me go.”
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Aug 17, 2020
Aug 17, 2020 at 2:44 PM UTC
I’m dying
My soul spoke volumes as it cried through my chest. Nothing would be so pure, so painful. Nothing like hearing the soul speak after years of silence. Hurt. Screaming it begged, to be set free, “please, let me go.”
Please.
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Aug 17, 2020
Aug 17, 2020 at 2:44 PM UTC
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