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My Soul

I feel empty,
I feel cold,
like I've been ripped,
from my soul.

It's a CD in a CD drive,
ejected from within,
or an outsider on the outside,
rejected by his kin.

It's a TV in a TV store,
getting sold to nothing,
or a player in a virtual world,
getting lost for nothing.

But, in the end, everything will be alright,
I will find my soul, and then sleep through the night.

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