Tell me I'm alive, That the air I breathe exists. How the monsters torture and tear Making me guess what's on my mind For I know not. It's anonymous This existence.
Anonymous Mind
The Beauty of Your Soul
It's a beautiful soul. A spotless soul. A soul full of eternal sunshine and never ending stars. It's a soul loved by everyone and who loves everything. A soul of beauty and paradise, full of swaying trees and trickling streams, clouds forever floating and changing transforming the sky. A soul of miracle and playfulness. A... Continue Reading →
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