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From my soul
From my soul comes these words,
simple, real, true feelings.
Far from the material world,
lost in your miserable meanings.
More and more I need myself,
I am my best friend, my trust.
I breath deep to feel me alive,
without charges, without cost.
I can conjugate the verb to be!
to be or not to be, what?
I can’t forget the verb to care!
The verb to feel it, to give that!
I can say that I am only one more,
between so many mortal human beings.
But also I can say, that I am not cold,
and I don’t like what my eyes are seeing.
I have fear for the ones that still conscious,
in their heart, with what really matters.
I see the consequences, they are obvious,
people must change their priorities, and manners.
