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The Shirtless Soul I started out this journey With a bag so light Filled with love Trust and faith Not long did I venture far And this very bag I hate For I was mugged My love was raped My trust stolen And faith shattered All by wayfarers Who posed as my own They bruised my heart And called it friendship They held me in their arms Calling in the name of assurance When all the while They stifled my being And as I slept like a child My innocence was molested They took from me the very bag Destiny I thought had blessed me with And in its emptiness they left behind Sorrow of an eternal kind My bag now empty And journey endless I carry shattered dreams A mocking face of humanity And unseen scars I came alone Loved strangers Was left alone And all I have Is the void Also called Life. ~Vikram C~
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