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I don’t believe in soulmates
And i cannot pretend to conjure up what a soul looks like
But I believe
That if an artist painted your soul
Painted my soul
They would be indistinguishable
The same lines
Same shapes
Colors
Everything surrounding would be different
Different lives
Different experiences
Wants
Goals
Needs
But the same core
The same roots with different branches
Same stems with different flowers
Because ultimately
And deep down
We aren’t that different
