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Words they speak to your mind

 




Iustum esse quod latet

There are words sometimes, and they speak to you.
They speak revenge because they long to revenge on you? They speak like pauses, among your will to be good, and they make you stop short. As you need to breathe different air. And you feel mean, malevolent, shabby, vile.
But you know, it is that not you. It is a voice that owns you not you to own the voice.
Why am I, so-and-so? You ask yourself, but you know why. It's not you. That's it. It's a beyond you that is inside you. It stays in you, it abides in you.
And you feel this another being smiling malignantly and brazenly, but hesitantly though. You feel its eyes gleaming and positively quivering.
They look for you, they look for your acceptance. They need your overcoming your shame to admit them. Without your rehabilitation, they have no idea what they would do. You are their last resort to enter this world.
You can restrain them and they will be alive through your fight or you can let them go and they will die like voices in the wind.
They wait for you impudent, maliciously chuckling, looking at you boldly.
You thought we had gone, and here we are again, they speak to you.
For a moment you tempt to fight them, but you already know that the moment you start your battle something revolting, grotesque, scandalous will happen. You will pass immediately from the most positive frame of mind to the most savage. All the feelings that have subsided and died down will revive in your heart instantly.
Stay then, just stay and do nothing. They will go away if you stay and remain.
Don't go beside yourself. That is why they came for.

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