a visit from my bleeding soul one night so dark and could, hollow eyes begging to tell tale that had not been told. stories of hatred unraveled under the dark unruly eyes telling of innocent truth sometimes spiced with lies. i listened intently to the life that had been my own and swallowed at the thought of any emmotion to be shown. the visit seemed quick, almost gone as fast it came i understood the bleeding soul as we were just the same. i wanted to bandage the cuts frome where it bled it shuddered at the thought and thought about what i said. it told me to think what would stop its' bloody wonds and said it would tell me on the night of many moons. when that night came i waited and i thought my soul had not returned and wondered if it had been caught. but suddenly it appeared through the shadows all around i soon understood that the cure had been found. it read my mind and smiled faint and almost gone i heard the sound of angels' as the night turned to dawn.
Reason for writing:
My wrists were cut andI had cuts on my wrist...and I just thought that my soul might bleed. I know it sounds stupid, but it was true.
Birth sign: Gemini
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