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Damaged soul, you speak to me Whispers and sighs aside No loving words nor soulful hauntings You speak to me with forked tongue The spite dripping from your fangsYour words Had meaning Long before Now they are hateful Cruel and taintedDamaged soul, you speak of me Shouts and taunts aside No longer loud, but soft and sweet And still so tortured To twist the knife deeperYour touches Had a sweetness Long before Now they are glacier Distasteful and sufferingDamaged soul, you scream at me Blame and fault aside No forgiveness nor words of wisdom You violate my senses Justifying by way of angerYour Soul Had a meaning Long  before Now it is damage...