Misguided Soul

It was a constant battle.
You told me this once.
I remember exactly what you said and exactly what you were wearing.
You had two stories,
one happy,
one sad.
You told them as if you were reliving those very moments.
I could feel your emotions pouring out of your pores.
The air was warm when you told of your sadness and cold when you spoke of your joy.
It was like you were living in an inverted world.
I loved your mystery.
You poor misguided soul.


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