This is to you. This is to me. To ALL the souls out there. I keep repeating this mantra. In fact, I don't even know where it came from... But I'm sure I have heard it somewhere.
I peer at a pair of eyes deeply. They are eyes of fear but fury, confusion but safety. It looks brown for everyone, but to me they're pure gold. It shines of worth, value, warmth. It screams joy.
But "in every joy, there is sorrow," I remember. Hope still enravels me. Is this love?
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The Soul's Subconscious
SpiritualThis is to you. This is to me. To ALL the souls out there. I keep repeating this mantra. In fact, I don't even know where it came from... But I'm sure I have heard it somewhere. I peer at a pair of eyes deeply. They are eyes of fear but fury, confu...
