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I remember what he did to my body,
I am learning what he did to my head.
But what did he do to my soul?
My body can heal,
My head can learn
But instead of a soul, I ve got a gaping hole.
An emptiness, a void, a bottomless pit.
A wound, an opening, forever split.
I can live in my head,
My body I hide,
but am I forever to be dead inside?
Is my essence my soul? I struggle to see
That part of my being that would have made me me.
So how do I live?
Just as a shell?
Is this what they mean
When they talk about hell?