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soulful

I dig into soil, finding nothing important I was looking for.

Finally, I find a fossil. A fossil consisting of my own body, hard and lacking a soul.

I fathom a possibility that I could act as both this archaic lump and as my living vibrancy.

Both dying without soul and living without knowing an arduous polarity of humanity find a comforting cranny in my mind.

Am I crazy for wanting this?

A soul lacking such difficulty and a body lacking such a soul?

I don’t think so

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