Soul is wasted.
year after year, I love the planting
just last night, you pull the roots
hempaskan me, give yourself an injury
destroy my life, my heart hurt
my soul seemed to float
broke all expectations
all my dreams stopped
what a pain of feeling hearts
when my soul is wasted
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