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Could a song touch me? Run its fingers the length of my soul? In truth it makes me wary Of the power it holds: To morph my mind is to Morph my soul. People, they touch me. People are souls. Souls cry out with life, You might say they sing. A song, a person, a soul? Same thing.
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Dec 30, 2017
Dec 30, 2017 at 4:45 PM UTC
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Could a song touch me? Run its fingers the length of my soul? In truth it makes me wary Of the power it holds: To morph my mind is to Morph my soul. People, they touch me. People are souls. Souls cry out with life, You might say they sing. A song, a person, a soul? Same thing.
Everything is a person Because people create. We are everyone we've known, Heard, Held, And hurt. "The secret of life is that people change people."
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23/F/Florida
Dec 30, 2017
Dec 30, 2017 at 4:45 PM UTC
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