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Vessels

Vessels


 I am not my emotions.

 I am an observer of my emotions.

And I look upon them 

as an outsider.


And I am not my body.

I am so much more than that.

My body is just a vessel

that carries my soul.


I am not what others

think about me,

because I know who I really am,

regardless of what they say.


You and me,

we are both just two souls,

so much alike, 

floating through the universe in our vessels.


We were placed together

at the same place

and at the same time.

Surely that must mean something.



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