That which so drives me to mutilate my body, my body which houses my very soul and heart, is my heart itself. For it is my heart which so breaks and which so pains me that it is my will to retaliate. It is my heart which suffers me an unknown plight, and which tells my every emotion with callous harshness. For even when i am happy, my heart does rejoice til when it does hurt to do so. Unkind to mildness, my heart fails to provide me with stability. For always i fear i will remain in serverence to this tell-tele heart of mine. Until which point it may release me, and allow my tortured soul to fly free amongst the life of the world.
My soul is stifled by my heart. I fear i will one day soon loose my soul if it is not let breathe sweet air. My soul is battered and bruised. And while it is busied with the pleasures, pains, and plights of my heart, it also contends with my mind. Such it is that my mind and my soul become inseperable in their struggles and are reffered to as the same. My soul and mind, jointly serve and fight my heart, however my heart holds sway over such union in almost entire proportions.
Soul and mind set in eternal battle with the heart, the summary of an idea which explains such acts as self-mutilation. Such a thing as the harming of ones own body is by far one of the most personal issues. It involves all aspects of the mind, body, soul and heart. The heart which drives, the soul and body which suffers, and the mind, depending on its state, maddness, loss, victory, pain, or love, whice derives reason, concealment and meditation. The mind is often what troubles most people under such circumstances. Especially when the mind is unwilling to acknowledge the pain and suffering endured by the soul and body from the hearts cruelty. And then the mind which believes that the suffering is inevitable and will continue no matter what the minds actions. So on day appropriate may my soul be scattered to the wind, and my heart and mind rest.
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