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maybe my loneliness is just a result of my soul being put into this human body, the separation of a collective, the soul’s sadness of our bodies confinement. alone. all i have are these water down words. this fragile skin, this fumbling tongue producing poor translation. this chest that only knows knows cycles, this body only knows how to continue. puzzle piece body. trying to fit. 

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