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The depth of my soul
So precious to hold
Not knowing, not knowing
What the future will hold
Will I go through this?
The breaking of the heart
Sends ripples into eternity
Pieces, Pieces upon pieces
Scattered across, seemingly at a loss
For words
True pain, true sadness
It’s real, it cannot be faked
Enough to humble a man
Into his true self
All I can do is let go and trust Myself
Ian Altosaar
