Precious Soul

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic


Part of me is dying 

I feel the sharp ass pain while I’m crying

But I’m still trying

Nothing physical is satisfying

A soul connection is more electrifying

I know I’m toxic

Every day I am still fighting 

To release all the toxins

That make me feel psychotic

That sometimes make my thoughts feel demonic

And my life like a comic, always in a state of hypnotic

Isn’t ironic?

I don’t want to suffer any longer but all I do is suffer

Ironically it makes me tougher 

It helps me see my sides, all my colors

It pushes me out of my comfort

It shows me what’s really under

And it makes me wonder

Am I a precious soul or am I just another number?

 

 

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Submitted: May 16, 2021

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