A Sore Soul

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I sit silently with a sore soul

There is stranger entering my shore

Knock.. knock .. I decide to ignore

Who is it knocking at my old door?

The voice says “it’s me, nobody more”

I don’t want to listen to me anymore

What is it that you’re here for?

“I thought you’d need me once more”

Leave, I can’t let you enter my door

Why not, you’re scared? I deplore

I don’t need your favor

There is no time to explore

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Years past and the door stayed closed

The gateway to a self-discovery was transposed

Self-disruption and harsh words

Caused the inner voice to aboard

When the empty life was imposed

The search for meaning was postponed

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Walking through lonely life

Rather not to remind our inner voice inside

To create a conflict in our mind

And a curiosity that makes us question this life

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