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I felt her persence from across the room,

as i looked up i seen her, starring back at me,

we locked eyes for a moment,

as she turned to leave, she glanced down,

too witness the paper that lay before me,

she stood there with despire in your eyes,

her only words "your a lost soul"

I pounderd over and over, what did she mean by that?

it came too me one day as i was contiplating my own life,

i started thinking of small things, random things,

I realized what i been looking for was in front of me all these years,

I remember our talks, not the words that were spoken,

but i remember being there for one another,

i remember running too her as a child, as a friend,

but never took the time to notice the connection we had shared,

life would eventually get in the way,

school came and went, , people move on,

we didn't speakor see each other in afew years,

but looking back I realize the connection we had,

now this connection wasn't phsycal,

this was something more, something with soul, something i dont think the human mind is able to understand,

its something a lot bigger then we can ever imagine,

make sense?

the thing is, i realize now shes right,

i am a lost soul

the soul hwever already knows this, sometimes it just needs reminded,

regaurdless of what her mind and heart may say at this very moment,

she too, is a perfectly broken soul, that as lost its way,

perhaps we both know this at one point, but had to seek deeper turths in order too under stand,

that we are two perfectly broken souls, looking for nothing more but each other