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Souls and Why I Wonder About Them
What are we but two souls?
You and me.
We’re a soul all its own.
How can we be anything more than that?
I’ll wonder about it
But what is a soul?
It was a politically significant form of music in the 60’s.
We eat it when we feel like dying.
It’s also a weapon based fighting game by Namco.
To me, I think its something that makes you, you.
Without it, you’d be soulless, just like anyone else who doesn’t have a soul.
You’d blend, you wouldn’t be you. You wouldn’t be what I love you for.
I’ll wonder about it.
I wonder about you. About how I’m going to fix you,
You feel what they’ve done to you more than you should.
I’ll fix what you’re mother did, she thinks you aren’t good enough.
Good enough for her, but you’re more than I ever could ask for.
I’ll save you from your father, who wishes you were never born.
Sure, he wishes that, but that’s all I’m thankful for.
Why is your soul so much more worthy in my hands than in there’s?
I’ll wonder about it
Souls are different.
Your parents souls don’t like you’re soul.
I hate their souls, you love my soul, and we’re all different.
I guess the only thing you and me can do is wonder about them.
We can wonder together, about our souls,
And why they work,
And why they make us wonder