I guess all of our souls bleed. This flow is perhaps due to the mistakes we make. We become blind and in time. . . you wake up in the middle of the night, your soul screaming in fright. You can no longer dance those steps. Or trace those line It is hidden regret- it is a world between regret and knowing what you did was right. I guess sometimes you think you know it all and move forward yet stumble and fall. You can't help but lie there and wonder- you can't help but cry, knowing what was lasting has died. The truth is, the hurt is, that you never really know-you never can show. How can you move if you always feel wrong? - If you know that bad will inevitably come along.Birth sign: Cancer
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