It's easy to forget the challenge. The adversary shows signs of fatigue, unaware the battle continues. Seeing a paper pass by with the breeze, the words "your sins are justified". Have I been forgiven. If I were able to care again, for a moment, I would want to remember that feeling. I walked away because I couldn't sit still while I was being dissected. Minced into trivial little pieces. Consumed by all I hated.
It's not what you think it's what you believe. Patricia '96
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