A pure soul I was. Am I pure anymore? I was trampled by every passerby, laughed at and crushed like a piece of trash. They burned me with their false selves and abandoned me when I was no use. But I am still alive today. I am not pure anymore, my soul is dark. You cannot rinse it off me, it is a part of me. It is me. I am the dark soul. Immersing in the pure milk-like liquid today, they try to rinse the devil color off me. But I am not united with it, I am it!
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Exceptional prose… I particularly like-
Immersing in the pure milk-like liquid today, they try to rinse the devil color off me. But I am not united with it, I am it!
Written with great depth and feeling… beautiful!
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Just feel I need to point out that this is a reblog in case you missed that – I wish I could write prose like this! You can fin the original post here: https://liveyourdreams247.wordpress.com/2019/05/04/rinsing-off-the-devil/
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Thanks so very very much! You will in time…
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