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Sep 2016
I can't feel my soul, but I'm certain it's there.
There are no MRI's or CAT scansΒ of it
There are no people that make it glow like it used to.
But before bed, each night,
I put a pen to paper and it pours from my fingertips.

I don't know how else to explain it.
I'm sure it's there.
L W D
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L W D  28/M/USA
(28/M/USA)   
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