Lost Souls
Some souls.
Have no place.
Their existence.
Marred with only sadness.
They must try.
Again and again.
To enter this world.
As someone else.
Always searching.
To find peace.
To belong.
Each new life.
Only bringing more sadness.
Lost souls.
Always succumbing to madness.
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About Maison Moonchild
A Canadian gal that firmly believes words can change the world. An avid reader, writer and Halloween enthusiast. She has a special interest in communications and writes for pleasure and profession. She moonlights as a metaphysical maven with a knack for creating magical crystal jewelry and holiday accessories.
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