Fear
Moaning of the spirit
Pain
Circular soul
Spins without ending
No relief to interrupt the flow
If I could draw it, it would be perfect
Absolute
Poetry
Grates against the essence
Scraping particles
Destroying the trail
Of peace
Reach the soul with substances
Alter egos
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Answers escape us
I visit those things
That are greater than I
We are human
Vibration therapy
Reach a space
That is our own