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I wonder if God ever gets tired of being everyone's therapist?When he's listening to people's problems and they're skeptical ifhe can take care of it...
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If...you ever got to know meyou would know that I like to liveon the edgeon the runpack up my bags and go whereever, whenever I'm calledIf you ever go..
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I’d pour my heart out to youit’s not that i’m scaredbecause fear is a mindset andmy mind is set on youbut you are farther away than ..
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If handswere meant for holding,why do we, curl anger creased fingersinto fists and fight warswe have no chance in winning.Why do we use our mindsto sh..
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I'm no statistician.Math is by no means my area of expertise, I couldn't drawyou a graph, charting my adoration along the x-y axis.I could not write u..
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I know rain drop formations,that raindrops don't fall from the sky,but usually from the shape of an oval.I know how to reach difficult places,to be sq..
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I live inside a shellno bells and whistles,just a place I like to hide.Inside, sleeping in a small cold bed,is my self esteem.Placed upon the headboar..
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Sleep is the cousin of death, but time is in relation,casket sensations inside the body of a bag. Flowers that grow don't always bloom in the light.In..
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A Chapter by DriDri
Walking quietly down the aisle, surrounded by people dressed in black, 5 year old Asha sat two pews back from the aitar, confused by what was taking ..
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A group of children who flee from their homes and are brought together by fate,
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