My mind is corrupted. My innocence is excused, accursed and manipulated by the guise of another. The other one that permits these guilty pleasures. The one that fights for my sanity in times of trouble. They mimic each other and every time make me fall. I’m lost is courier but I feel safe cause they are both on my side. Some call it possession, I call it ironic friendship.
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It’s hard to believe in anything that we can’t see. So why does God make it so difficult for people who would believe in if they could only see Him?
God is big, strong, powerful and able to appear to anyone He wants. But if He did that, most people will feel forced or intimidated into following…
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She Ran Away in Her Sleep and Dreamed of Paradise. on We Heart It. http://weheartit.com/entry/25317897
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