Past Life

There’s a part of my soul that claws and gnaws at me,

Something trapped inside telling me I need to break free.

It aches for a time I have never known,

I feel like I am a stranger in my own bones.

I feel heavy, empty,

Searching for a missing space inside of me.

My restless soul tells me that I don’t belong, 

and my heart shreds with sadness and nostalgia so strong.

I am stuck in a life that is not my own,

I don’t feel like I can call this world my home.

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