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Angels and Demons


I'm standing in the middle of two worlds above gives me infinite love, but below is the forbidden desires, and in both worlds they live in what I call "passengers" because on the road I found and I have done for the world to glimpse a bit and with just that little I fasinaron both worlds and I decided to get Middle for some reason I felt that that was innocentemente right. One is called Angel and the other is the devil, Angel is the love of my life when I'm not there are doubts that that landscape might not be the most beautiful. Is that not what i need to feel to feel some wrong, because this is the angel that God sent me for protection and once  I saw his  beautiful eyes full of tenderness, I felt something triggering my insides, but that accursed Devil keeps me teasing with forbidden dreams who call me towards to the to make  bad decisions that I someday could take. Both know me as well that sometimes frightens me in what I am stuck in this maze of angels and demons that persecute me day and night judging my decisions between good and evil. The devil knows I like darkness because the the to the day reaching tourister saw their world, and angel also knows it because I have saved many fall by my passing storms, now my question here for God is who you want to make me? I am pound of balance both passenger ami will agree and the day that release one is turning into what are truly, as the Angel the only devil is a step be.

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