And it's getting harder to get along. The soul is tired of fighting the devil. And it is all the more difficult for me to burn with faith and the fire to keep me lighted. Sometimes he is silent. Worn and silent. She is stuck in the walnut shell. And she wants her to leave in the shadow of unbearable bitterness. And he wrinkles. And mercilessly she bleeds, devastated by winds and sands. To the impossibility of crushed hurt, distracted by malice and shouting ... . . . But I will not give the devil and I will not let him take it to me. I will purify her with Love and Faith. By the time I die I will defend the human in me. And the devils ... will not defeat me, that love and faith are my struggle. I will not give them the Soul to break. I will search for a way out of light ...
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