'I can't. No, I will never be. I'm sorry' I pursed my lips and let out a deep sigh as I close my eyes. Such a disappointment I am.
''Sweetheart, look at me'' A warm fingers touched my skin. I did what she told me. The scent of sadness with a hint of hope written all over her pastel face. ''You can. I can feel it. There's something in you that no one else can ever have. You have locked your soul more than enough. Don't you think it needs to breathe after all this time? Your soul needs to feel the feeling of being a soul. Not a prisoner in it's own. This should be the last vestiges of your demons''''I'll try'' I said and smiled. Well, that's the least I can do.
-- W. K.
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