Good
Her soul, her psyche, her intuition screamed out against her very strong mind against the very thinness of ‘good.’ Her soul, her psyche, her intuition were parts of her that knew something was missing: being bad.
Her soul, her psyche, her intuition screamed out against her very strong mind against the very thinness of ‘good.’ Her soul, her psyche, her intuition were parts of her that knew something was missing: being bad.
See the steeple, pierced deep and dimpled down between the
Steel and glass scrapers of the sky?
Take my hand and feel the ice cold sorrow of what life is,
I’ll allow you to think you can save me.
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