The ache of finding, yet not whole

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Jan 11, 2025

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In shadows deep, I roam alone,
A soul adrift, yet unknown.
The weight of questions, sharp as stone,
Tears at my skin, a heart overthrown.

Each step I take, the path is lost,
For who I am, I pay the cost.
In search of truth, I’ve borne the cost,
A fragile self, forever tossed.

The ache of finding, yet not whole,
A silent scream, a shattered soul.
But still, I chase, despite the pain,
In hopes that one day, I’ll remain.

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