You went to soul depot and tried to fix me You looked for the parts to make me whole You opened me up only to see a raging soul all the darkness that made me tick You tried to open the lid but could not get in there was that one stripped screw you could not get In your mind you thought you could open that lid and peer inside and maybe find one last piece you could fix Find that part at soul depot Had you kept on trying you could of got that one last screw And saw the part that needed replaced But now alone this broken machine I sit aside in a pile of trash With all the others you tried to fix at soul depot
Reason for writing:
Yes yet another random thought from lone wolf
Just my life experiance of the past weeks
Birth sign: Scorpio
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