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Life without soul is nothing but just like a mould...which is next to worthless until...something takes the shape of that mould
Submitted:Jul 13, 2010 Reads: 92 Comments: 7 Likes: 4

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Other writing by Shweta TRAPPED BY MY OWN MIND Master Of My Emotions Solace In Solitude THE WORKING PEOPLE BELIEVE TO LIVE THE LIFE AND THE SOUL
Poetry, Poem, Life, Death, Pain, Sad, About, Heart, Hurt, Depression, Hate, Romance, Sadness, Dark, Loss, Lost, God, My, You, Girl, Alone, Broken, Suicide, Me, Fear, Friendship, Nature, Time, Friends, Anger, Joy, Tears, Family, Dream