The purity of my soul,
the anguish within,
I'll survive every blow
and retreive the love.
As I fill my heart
it begins to love,
so my heart is most pure.
And that's the end of my poem...
but i can tell you that...
your heart...
my heart...
are exactly the same...
but we might have different souls
with different paths
that go every which way.
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