Assassins with Herbs, Angels with Scars...

The Angels with Scars, The Assassins with Herbs:

Don’t fight your demons...they’re not assassins, they’re your messengers. They arrive in shapes you won’t admire, wearing faces you’d rather forget. But don’t turn away. Sit with them. Pour a drink. Ask their names. Trace the burns on their fingers, the scratches on their ankles. Listen keenly and bravely.

Most will whisper that they were once angels, born the moment you stepped wide-eyed and naive...into a social journey you didn’t yet understand and came back realizing true nature of some people whose words impress and actions deceive.

Now the lessons linger, shadows with purpose… not to wound you, but to haunt you toward safety. Befriend your cold demons, as much as you love all of those angels of warm nostalgia.

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