Broken Young Soul
The heart of my young soul is slowly drifting away.
It shall slowly suffer and die.
It has no more purpose to be here on this wrecked Earth anymore.
There is no happiness left in the soul a young girl.
The young soul could just be looking down a barrell of a gun.
The soul is useless, and would rather suffer its way through pain.
Let the soul be.
Do not disturb the broken young soul.
The heart of my young soul has slowly drifted away.
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