I'm not saying that I had never hurt anybody in my entire life but when I think of the past times that I did , when I'm morally here when my mind is as clear as crystals ,when it's pure as rain , I ache inside , be it to the fact that I , had the audacity to break something forged by golden hands , by caring , pure but most of all ruling hands that made me and gave me what I have . This globe wouldn't be here , nature wouldn't be but a color , and oxygen would only be windy chemicals.
So how on earth can you, can anyone, drive a knife through a heart, that will bleed none , that will never be heard breaking , but you will cut yourselves on the sharp shards of bones sticking through their bodies , and you will be chocked by their blue green purple veins that chocked them for so long, and you will be deafened by their silent screams.
Could you ever hurt you? Could you ever hurt your own reflection ? Could you point daggers and knives , thrown pebbles and rocks? Stones and mountains and burry you alive?
Say never that you're only one to hurt, for you have lived a billion lives , an a millennium one still ahead.
Be never the one to point and smile for you'll be the one who bows and cries.
Could you only imagine a thousand knives, no, swords digging through one side of your body coming out the other? That is real pain
A smile is only a frown upside down.
Sacred a soul will always be , for their other halves , searching to infinity
Why are we bound to end up hurting or hurt? Because both bring feels and we are thirsty perves. For life will always be a game, but instead of losing hearts all we do is gain, stolen ones only ,for we tend to awake the beast and always fucking leave.
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