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 ...
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