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It lurks at the back of your consciousness. It dwells in the pit of your stomach. It is strong. Strong enough to exist - behind the facade of calm demeanors. Strong enough to swim against the currents of indoctrinated beliefs of righteousness. Strong enough to be the wrong amidst all rights. It is the speaker for the voiceless. It is the doer for the incapable. It is the strength for the weak. It is sweet escape for the trapped. Listen... It's there in the lull. When all is quiet, you hear it. Whispering, inciting, winning you over. It will take you over. It will steer the wheel. But only if you want it just as much.
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May 27, 2017
May 27, 2017 at 9:21 AM UTC
Dark Passenger
It lurks at the back of your consciousness. It dwells in the pit of your stomach. It is strong. Strong enough to exist - behind the facade of calm demeanors. Strong enough to swim against the currents of indoctrinated beliefs of righteousness. Strong enough to be the wrong amidst all rights. It is the speaker for the voiceless. It is the doer for the incapable. It is the strength for the weak. It is sweet escape for the trapped. Listen... It's there in the lull. When all is quiet, you hear it. Whispering, inciting, winning you over. It will take you over. It will steer the wheel. But only if you want it just as much.
There's a little bit of evil in all of us. Inspired by "Dexter", the tv series.
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May 27, 2017
May 27, 2017 at 9:21 AM UTC
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