To me a soul is who you are. Your essence. He had a happy soul. I made him twisted and sad. I feel so horrible for doing that. I changed him. I did, after I stole his heart, i could easily manipulate his soul. I got sad...I didn't mean to make him sad too but I did. He wanted to be sad because he thought he loved me, and he was gonna be sad with me. ME? No ginger. Lol. he was gonna be sad with the pretty ginger he gave his heart to. So he gave me his soul. Because i guess i'm her. Since there is no her. And he was really fucking sad.
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Heart Thief
PoetryUGH. read it and weep. It is sad, it is terrible. But it is mine. And so I stand by it. Lol
