La Shay Youqid Anuthti | Nermin Juma

The female conscience dies by repetition of the act until it becomes a figment of the conscience itself, so that a foreign body does not sense it and resist it. Or at least, this is how the body of my conscience died after being decomposed and withered little by little until his soul kicked him up to its Creator.. and at least he lived on his deathbed for years fighting his illness and disease until defeat was on the verge of defeat. I called it "emotional hunger" and it is the most severe type of hunger... a disease that feeds on my nerves, destroying and destroying them, feeding on the impulses of my conscience, so it messes with its constants and leaves me prey to the one I was once a black forest of consciences with pride and loftiness.. That's how he did it and I did it too.