A pure soul I was. Am I pure anymore? I was trampled by every passerby, laughed at and crushed like a piece of trash. They burned me with their false selves and abandoned me when I was no use. But I am still alive today. I am not pure anymore, my soul is dark. You cannot rinse it off me, it is a part of me. It is me. I am the dark soul. Immersing in the pure milk-like liquid today, they try to rinse the devil color off me. But I am not united with it, I am it!