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Underground eXperts United
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[ The Lost Soul ] [ By The GNN ]
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"THE LOST SOUL"
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by THE GNN/DualCrew/uXu
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This is a true story.
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Like an invisible flash of lightning,he tumbled
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towards the stars. He entered black holes, felt
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the heat from distant suns and the cold from the
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deep space. Promixa Centauri, Sirius or the
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North star. It was all available for him as long
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as he wanted. He travelled faster than anything
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else, to places no one ever seen. Space told him
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to explore the magic and the unknown. He was the
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lost soul, lost to the invisible and the silent.
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Why he was doomed to this lonely life was
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forgotten. It happened several thousands of years
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ago and it is not easy to remember everything.
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Maybe he did not want to remember it and denied
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the fact that he would be completely alone
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forever. He did not feel alone, he felt free.
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Free, to do whatever came into his head without
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any comments from other people. People. Humans.
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Humans? What happened to the humans? Or -
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much better - what happened to his own race? He
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had been gone too long... He twisted, turned and
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rushed past shining stars towards the end. But
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there was no end of the universe. He would never
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find any brick wall at the end of the ride.
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Everything is eternal, even a lost soul. There
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was nothing more to explore in the static space.
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It was time to find his roots, time to go back.
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It had changed. Still blue, but not the same
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Earth he knew about. He could not recognize his
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own places as he used to do. Everything was
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harder. Cold. Black. There were a lot more of
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them now, and they were concentrated to more
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compact areas of the big world. Them. He still
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called the humans "them". He was one of them, to
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the mind but not to the body. The difference was
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small. He could think, he could believe. But he
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could not trap his thoughts in a shell or dress
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them as a smile. They floated away, like dust in
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a light breeze.
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Then he saw her. Something woke inside him.
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She walked in the darkness of the night,
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completely alone. What happened to him? He
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wanted to leave, to run away and continue
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laughing at the misery they had built to
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themselves. Something stopped him. Something.
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Tears fell from her eyes. Before he knew, he was
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right in front of her. The silence engulfed both
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of them. She raised her head and watched the
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stars. Oh, he said, I can take you there. I can
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show you all the places you dream about.
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You are a flower in the concrete. You do not
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deserve to live in a world of death and
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destruction. Let me take your hand.
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A chilly wind. His hand could not feel her
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soft skin. So close, but so far away. He never
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wanted to leave her. The Universe was eternal
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but had no true love to offer. The only true
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love existed on a planet that was a pile of
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failure. It did not matter to him any more.
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She smiled. Someone else was there. She
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looked right into his eyes, but could not see
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him. She saw someone else. An explosion of
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remembrance and memories crashed into him.
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Why
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Cannot be
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is it
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But
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Away, away. He ran away once again. It was
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perfectly clear to him, almost when he had
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forgotten all about it. He was a lost soul, he
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could dream and wish but nothing else. No one
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would ever notice him.
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Like a clown in circus. He fills you with
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laughter and joy. Maybe you wonder how it would
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be to act as a clown.
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Never, you ask yourself who the clown in front
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of you is.
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