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Shadow of the soul.
Life's a constant battle with demons. You can concrete your mind, hide in the depths of the shadow of the soul, but demons will always come knocking at the door. They lean on your left shoulder, linger on your right, constantly whispering the right words for the right moment, slowly slithering through the microscopic cracks of your compound mind. Demons are the last source of vision before you surrender to the melancholy night, and the first to embrace you when you open your eyes to the fresh breath of dawn. To run or fight is the choice of a fool, shadows are everywhere, moments of weakness are there disguise. 'Embrace all your demons. eye to eye, breath to breath. with the open mind of one who is awake, who's destiny is the solitude of peace. will keep demons at the far corner of the mind, constantly knocking to no avail, muzzled and tamed.' And with the waking of some inner strength, your mind will be yours and yours alone, your vision, simple and pure, and peace will calm the beating heart to a slow pleasant pace, harmoniously drifting Life will be a wonderful dream. spb.
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