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Soul Search

Searching my soul for something that's pure. Something that's not infected by my mind, something secure. I easily manipulate and even more so infatuate. The exterior that I bare is playing tricks on people and I seem to let it. I need to become what meets the eyes. No more cover-ups, no more lies. My soul is now set to reborn, escaping from a heart that has been toyed with and torn. Never again pretending to be what others expect of me. So here I go with my head held high. Here I go setting my soul free!

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