Art by me (SCRATCH YOU NEED TO FIX QUALTY O MY GARSH) TW: mentions of bl0od and depressing themes Everything bleeds All can see the crimson lake. Rushing, sticky, warm. But can they see the wound? Can they see the scars of the past? No. All they see Is the blood. They run, terrified, from the lake. Unusual. Horrifying. Disgusting. They all think and feel these. But it isn’t true. They can’t see the wound or the scars. They only see the blood. Everyone can. But some Can see Pain. Some understand the past And some Even bleed From the Same Wound. Because we are connected. Slashed with the same sword. Shot with the same bullet. Caught in the same trap. Died beneath the same stars. We are all broken mirrors of the past. And sometimes We get cut on our pieces. So do not judge blood Because you Can’t See The Full mirror. Heart We aren’t insane. We really did have it. The paws, the ears, the tails. We aren’t lying,we really feel it all. It Isn’t Fake. There is nothing wrong with being wild. We are right. We may be wild hearted, but that doesn’t make us bad. It’s more than you can say. We at least have a heart.
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