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Inner war

My mind is pregnant with the burdens of my own device and all the inner parts of me are at battle. My wits are forever disagreeing with my heart and my morals perpetually challenge the desires of my soul. There is unrest and hatred between them all. I suspect it is because I keep trying to quiet the true longings within by occupying myself with the trappings without. How wonderful it must be for those whose insides live in peace.

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