Posted by: Donato Curtotti
You just have to accept me in your mind, deeper than your soul.

Every one has got their own demons,
made of convintions,
they collide with our daily reality.

All coflicts have their roots in ours vices,
we feed them with guilty, insicurity, fear,
we obtain nothing but pain and negativivity.

I've let my will go running, faster than my thoughts
I've let it evolve into action!
I've found I forgot I got the power to choose what's best for me.

No one should told you what to do, rebel!

Yoù re made to create, no doubts.
We got the ability to converge things into others
to shapes events trasforming our intentions about future into histoty, the past.
We do it with our brain, but we have to apply and learn how it works,
because life is not a gift but a choice.
If breathing is a voluntary act it must means that something
deep inside of you, hidden in the darkness of your difficlties,
that still wants you alive.

That's your darkside... not the evil one, just the one hidden by
the distractions of this virtual world built of lies and false beliefs

assert your existence, your inner spirit is worthy of it!
Donato Curtotti
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