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You cry so loud
even the rain seems to frown.
Your screams have
the thunder on its knees.
Your wrath has made
the Earth’s core look like
Melting ice.

You’re not broken.
Just lost.
Lost in yourself.
You’re out with lanterns
looking for your soul.
Or maybe just that one mole.
That’s making your soul rot.
Making your heart ache.

But the search continues.
For how long?
Maybe just until tomorrow
Or maybe for eternity.