Torn Soul
Torn Soul
Remembering so many people from the past
Where is she? Where is he? Where are they?
I can’t recognise. Oh, many of them have passed
Ladies, men. From my life, from my time. From our
From ours, but we are not the soul. The soul is us
Together, all together. We are inside, Passed are far
Outside of our souls, why are they so far? I miss them
All of them. Altogether. But the memories are lives
In my mind and heart. I imagine them. We live together
I am sick. Does the past exist?
“Yes, I exist, I live in your life”, answered Past
“Everything in your mind comes from mine”, continued Past
“And I want to live, I live, I am immortal, in your mind”, said Past
Yes, the broken time
The broken Soul and souls
Again, happy and whole
In the mind of the past
Please
Kill me
I want
To be
Your
Past
Kill me
Kill
Just
Kill
My
life
For
The
Past
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