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From the womb of life’s flame, Sam was born, blossoming between black and white, settling on the edge of life. Sam wove diamond letters with golden threads and embroidered them to create a sweater that gathered the colors of life. At the crossroads of life, Sam met her muse; she whispered in his ear, saying, ‘I will not love you, just a medium, an old fool, I will never be enchanted by your smile,’ to which he whispered back, ‘I apologize, my dear, but you are my home.’ The path a person takes sometimes conflicts with their true self, the clash of personalities, the constant feeling that two people live within you: you and your vile, wicked self, the situations you create to showcase the strength of your good intentions are no different from your despicable self, destroying happy moments, and violating the feelings of others. This, in reality, is who you are… a devil.