I am the thing
that keeps you sane.
I am the one
who sees what is done.
I keep you whole,
for I am your soul.
But am I real?
It's for you to feel.
But without me
you'd be nothing.
Only a shell,
left to dwell.
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Lost In Whatever They Call This State of Being
Whatever i feel like writing...some days it will be like normal journal entries, other days I might write poetry or maybe even put a few chapters of my story in here.
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