Stacy Bea

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Soul - Poem by Stacy Bea

Not knowing who yourself is!
It’s as if my soul is being torn from my every inch of my body being consumed by the black abyss. Losing your soul is worse than death itself. Losing yourself in the black abyss, death would be a welcome end

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, April 8, 2008

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