Conscience: the inner sense of what is right or wrong in one's conduct or motives, impelling one toward right action: to follow the dictates of conscience.
It is the one of the things that weigh me down. Its dictates my life. The longer I try to ignore it, the lower I sink. It makes my will evanescent. Moral is my weakness, not fear. When I witness injustice to others my sole fills with cold hatred, but in saying that... when I become the fiend in which I dispise, I feel sick and repulsed by my arrogance. At the moment my conscience deems me to apologize for my crude, immature actions. I don't quite know where to begin my apology so I'll start with this. ↓↓↓
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