The Lost Soul
I used to know who I was, but that too seems trivial to me.
I used to know who I was, but that too seems trivial to me.
There for I've taken the name TheLostSoul.
All my love, pain, heartbreak, and inner thoughts are locked inside my writing.
Enjoy getting to know me, and hopefully getting a new perspective on life and ideas.
My poems and stories will challenge your inner being to decipher the true meaning behind my writing.
It will also make you think about how "YOU" would come up with an alternate solution.
Again enjoy entering the mind of Trevor J. Shuler (aka TheLostSoul).
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