You can live without a soul.
What about someone who has no passion,
No love,
No care,
No happiness,
No morals,
No hope,
No chance,
Who lives as nothing more than a soulless shell,
going about their everyday life as a drone,
Not living,
But surviving.
Because they have one thing left,
One small thing keeping them going.
Resilience.
That small drive to keep going,
that's fading away day by day,
Sure, it'll run out eventually,
but until it does,
Where's the soul?
Mickyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy~