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I don't even want an ego anymore. And I don't believe in evil anymore. I see myself in all my enemies. In some twisted way, they're all friends to me. In some twisted way my friends are enemies, agents for energies. Entities that wish to bring an end to me.

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Date: 5/2/2018 8:40:00 AM
A piece fro reflection. Well done, Angelo.
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