My soul bleeds,

Like an overflowing dam.

My soul screams,

Like a broken gazelle.

My soul cries,

Like a hit baby.

When it is hurt,

The sun goes a raging red.

When it is loved,

The sky showers water.

When it is crushed,

The earth shrieks.

My soul is very unique.

It bleeds and screams and cries...

Through my quill.

It's Always You...

Always You.

And Always You.

Who will know me through the pieces I write.

That I wrote...

With the quill through which my soul pours.

My special quill.

Always You.

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