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HER WANDERING SOUL

Like a cloud before the storm she drifted a quiet chaos behind her eyes a restless wind inside her chest. She had lived fast chasing luxury saying yes to everything except herself. One pocket to another she moved digging holes to fill others never noticing she was sinking. Now her young soul wanders chased by the storm she once fed. She regrets being born forgetting she once made the sun feel small beside her light

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