I am a lost soul,
Tossed about like a child’s plaything.
My home is the driving edge of the wind.
I know no hearth or warm embrace,
I have no heart or purpose.
My mission is void and my actions lifeless.
I float upon the laughter of the living,
Knowing I’ll never breathe a laugh or break a smile.

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Written on my phone while listening to someone practice the piano. Straight piano music for some reason always does this to me.