A Wounded Soul

Memories through time.

By Jason Ray Morton Published about a year ago • 1 min read

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Gone and back, through time

My soul carry’s you with it,

Wishing not to know

sad poetry

About the Creator

Jason Ray Morton

I have always enjoyed writing and exploring new ideas, new beliefs, and the dreams that rattle around inside my head. I have enjoyed the current state of science, human progress, fantasy and existence and write about them when I can.

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