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Sometimes I think my soul has left me

It must have ran away on a scary day

It went to the neighbor’s house to hide

And stayed for diner because it was nicer there

Sometimes I think my soul isn’t with me

Because I feel so empty and alone

Because my mind always strays to where my soul is

And I can’t think of anything else until I see it again

It’s like being in love with someone far away

It’s like being a ghost while I’m still alive

It’s like being split in two

It’s like putting my eggs in several baskets

When I die will my soul come home?

Will it ever feel safe enough to live with me?

I’d rather be with my soul than with my body

Then I would feel whole.

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