My soul, my soul

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My soul, my soul, I tried I tried to write it all down. I tried to show you my black hands and my clean heart but you wanted none of me. You strung, and strung, and strung. You left me breathless with tears, driving with no place to go. You didn’t answer calls, you sent half-texts. I wish I wish you could have seen my heart, seen the depth, seen the stars. But you were too broken, too lost. And I was far, far too gone.

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