Darkened, my reasoning had become so cold that I could see that I was losing my true self in the process and had gained a shadow in my eyes. I never imagined that hatred would be so bitter and toxic.
I saw Andy so helpless from my reserved front-row seat and no longer enjoyed it, I felt that something had frozen inside of me. A rebellious winter was hijacking my soul because this vile act I would celebrate like good. If I did not reverse this, I would lose my essence.
"Your soul for a coffee mug" - I thought I heard through the cracks in my altered mind. I imagined an evil entity that was moving me to lose what little innocence was left inside me.
(End of five minutes)
A hot coffee mug would really ease my soul and the pressure of my vengeful instinct. But how can I return good for evil? I was ready to give up?
A trail of light moved across the stage in the conference room. It was as if an angel and a demon were fighting for a soul: mine!
05/01/2020
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