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My Soul
Help me find my withered soul, for I cannot find it. It is gone from my sight and it hasn't come back. I gave it to you and you went away. Never giving back what is mine, where is it. Did you lose it, toss it, give it away, I want it back. It is something of great value, although you wouldn't understand. You were born without one, so I thought I'd lend you mine. You didn't care, you never seem to pay attention.
