Saturday, May 27, 2006

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.
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1 comment:

darker than silence said...

This is open to great misunderstanding.

Check back tomorrow to see what I'm really talking about ;)

Mystery is wonderful, isn't it?

10:05 PM

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