Being myself

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Actions speak louder than words, Actions done consciously or sub~ consciously,
Acknowledged are souls,
Apart from the traits of its human shell

Blessed are a few souls, To relive moments after moments, Beginning to believe of but a thought,
Basic yet complex do the thoughts compound
Beckoning to the merging of souls unbound

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