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Traveling Soul

I am a traveling soul.  I travel inside myself to discover what I don't know about myself. I recently found that I lost my way. So instead of finding myself, I found my nightmares and illusions. Inside the deep dark self of mine, I was lost. I tried to pull myself all together but I failed...I tried again and again I failed! I shouted for help, but there is nobody to help. It's me and my dark self. I screamed and shouted but there is nothing but a painful echo of helpless screams and shouts! I needed you...I looked around but all that I found was myself...it's only then when I realized that I am all alone! Fear creates courage! So, I became powerful and strong enough to help myself! Now, I remember my past and I feel pain because I realized that you are nothing but a nightmare and I have to travel through you to return to the right track!


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