May your sleep be your death, and your wakefulness be your heaven.
There is a strange intangible place on the outside edges of the human mind. It hangs there like a constant witness. It judges a person's every move, every thought and every action. Some people think it is __ig brother_ or God, but it is just a critical place inside the person__ own mind that judges and condemns. It is the very place where we judge ourselves when we cross Rainbow Bridge into Heaven.
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There is a strange intangible place on the outside edges of the human mind. It hangs there like a constant witness. It judges a person's every move, every thought and every action. Some people think it is __ig brother_ or God, but it is just a critical place inside the person__ own mind that judges and condemns. It is the very place where we judge ourselves when we cross Rainbow Bridge into Heaven.
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