She would never save me from the never ending battle that tormented my soul. If I even had a soul left, for the sin in me burned deeply. Too deep infact, it was almost like it begun to be a stronger part of me and it even began to develop a personality, a voice...It existed within myself and he desired to be. He insisted to go by James. Why James? Why?

I don't posses this answer and only he holds this knowledge selfishly. I trembled as i surrendered my unconciousness to James. He was my inner voice the one who drove me to sin.

She couldn't save me from sin and i finally accepted that everyone had a little sinner inside them, I call mines James.

He always took over when i felt i couldn't handle it no longer. We even conversated when he pulled me away from control over myself. The voices clashed in my brain. One was calm and passive the other screamed shut up in times of reason. Nasty, vile thought's inhabited this vagrant vessel. I never knew how strong they were.

The voices in my head don't like me... i said aloud when i least expected.

James laughter echoed as the voices argued. Apparently the statement shook up the voices.

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