My soul is an abyss, The abyss is black. As am I. Is that why you are afraid to look at me? The real me? Afraid that you might look into my eyes, see deep into my soul, and fall into my abyss? That you might not see the woman on tv who said "talk to the hand"? Are you afraid of me? Of who I am? What I am becoming? The same way you fear flowers and thats why you pluck them? After they have blossomed? I am a flower. I am an abyss. look into my eyes and fall into my soul. The abyss. The blackness. And I will not tell you " Talk to the hand" like they do on tv. I am an abyss. Deeper than my surface. Deeper than the ocean. I am the abyss. The Soul. Look into my eyes. Do not fear the abyss.
Reason for writing:
Look beyond the surface.
Birth sign: Libra
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