Words fail me. Words aren’t enough. I feel joy but it feels fake. Like shouldn’t I be fighting a bull right about now instead of resting in a bed of roses and going to the spa? My days are full of to-
What is life? It is passing by so quickly. How peculiar it is the way it works- If you look at it too closely Just like if you look at God too closely He disappears from your view Looking back hindsig
No Teacher No Therapist No Prophetess Can ever replace the face of God... No heartache no mistake can ever separate me from the love of God No warfare No long hike No lightning strike can ever keep me
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