Soul
A wide range of a majestic soul wonders
Beneath the tired eyes of a loss soul
The soul throws away the ounce of
Fight, as the body retains the stress
The stress eats away the dignity of those
Who fight, but dignity can't be defined.
I'm tired, my soul tired too.
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