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two and three

Break free of your horrible self, impulsive and true
Create your life, it must be formed, forged
How
you've fucked it up already.
You can't think about it, that's not pure and from the soul.
Just fucking let it go.
Have no more feelings.
There is no love
I feel hollow
I cannot find a soulmate without a proper soul.
What the fuck is a soul? What is it to me? I really don't feel anything anymore.
There is nothing really.
I don't want to try anymore. It's never going to work.
I feel nothing.
I haven't broken free of anything.