There lies a monster within all of us. Yes, people are predominantly born good, but certain circumstances overtime shape the course of that purity. A war can make a soldier out of a boy – but it can also make a Hitler out of a man. The true litmus test for a person occurs when you stick your hand out for a rose, but get pricked by thorns. Do you curse the rose or the thorns?
I’ve been dealing with a “creature” for some time now, because he has made it his mission to haunt me like a nightmare. My patience is beginning to take its toll, but if he has learned anything from the amount of time invested in me, he will soon realize that my silence speaks volumes louder than his cowardly acts. Perhaps he’s afraid of his own true evil reflection, thus finds it necessary to hide behind a transparent mask. I’ll deal with him when the time comes. But as for him, he’ll have to face his own demons, because sooner or later, they’ll eat him up inside.
abcdefghijklmnopqrstuvwxyz. At your local library they have these arranged in ways that can make you cry, giggle, love, hate, wonder, ponder, and understand. It's astonishing to see what these twenty-six little marks can do. In Shakespeare's hands they became Hamlet. Mark Twain wound them into Huckleberry Finn. James Joyce twisted them into Ulysses. Gibbon pounded them into The Decline and Fall of the Roman Empire. John Milton shaped them into Paradise Lost.
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