Tag: real life
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Nailbed 7.10.22
To Herschal, It is an odd idea to spite someone or something. A man would cut off his own nose just to spite his face. The same is true of Christians with their relationships with the unsaved or unanointed. If they were to receive a gift or pleasantries from someone that they deem to be…
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A Choice – Part 3 – Final
The Wedding day, I could not be more nervous. Though I have known my bride since her birth and we have grown up together. This was a day long planned and it seemed to make me anxious. My marriage to my best friend. Mom and dad are so proud. We have lived in this castle…
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To the something inside.
With life and purpose, What is it that drives me forward? What is it that makes a man? Is he defined by his muscles? His women that he conquered? The company he keeps? The foes that he has slain? Do you see the mountain of corpses that I stand upon? Have you seen the families…
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Cat
Why wasn’t I made a cat? I mew and cry like one A lick myself clean I dig in the dirt I play with the dog I make up my own games My owners ignore me Even though I’m here Why wasn’t I born a cat? Was I not important to my mommy? Does my…
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Nailbed 4/10/22
To Herschal, My dear student, have you ever been a part of a sweeps week? It is a very fortunate and unfortunate part of every human year that takes place during the Easter celebration. Unfortunate because this is the time of year when those that claim Christianity and the actual disciples intermingle with others. It…
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Dancing Race
Was it a man or woman? This tale tells not, For one does not tell, What is shrouded in shadow. A race was performed, In the light of the moon, From the start of the road, To the saddened detour, For this race was more of a dance. Was it man or woman that I…
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I too tired
You know what I am going to keep typing until I am satisfied with it. No backspacing nothing. I am bored I need a new duck one thats soft and feathery. I am tired of my work. Pays the bills, surr, satisfaction and stories to tell, not so much, I need a new challenge. I…
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Rugged Hands
Do you remember your father’s hands? How gentle they would caress and massage, Though he may have been tired from work, Though he wanted to relax in his big easy chair, You would still place your head on his lap. His touch was unlike your mother’s, Her hands were soft and hard, She was with…
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