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momsio · 9 days
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Frustrated.
I feel the tickle of harsh words as they flow and fall before my very lips. I feel the charge of anticipation as I stand stagnant, pleading to the body before me that it bring forth change and revelation.
I'm tired.
Grace will never live in the eyes of this Adam.
It is time for you to forfeit the privilege of self that is I, and with an unclaimed heart, I too relinquish you.
Farewell. I can now let God lay hands on His masterpiece. I am saved.
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momsio · 10 days
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momsio · 13 days
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"Meet me in the middle of your story when the soul is worn but wise"
- Angie Weiland-Crosby
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