I am not... made... to exist like this.
Yahweh, come. Please. Come.
Repentance is so hard.
I have nothing to say. I cannot put into words the... feeling... raging within my blood.
This just isn't right. I'm not supposed to be here.
Saturday, May 27, 2006
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This is open to great misunderstanding.
Check back tomorrow to see what I'm really talking about ;)
Mystery is wonderful, isn't it?
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