My face isn't carved in a mountain. I've never been struck by lightning. I've never saved a crying baby from a burning house fire nor have I over come my misfortunes in life to acquire a name for myself. I consider myself a writer although all I've written is only pieces of torn limbs of my distraught existence. (a bunch of poems)
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The Write Way: As we prepare to celebrate the mystery of Christ's...
if it bleeds it leads (sample read)The Write Way: As we prepare to celebrate the mystery of Christ's...: I confess to almighty God, and to you,my brothers and sisters. that I have sinned through My own fault In My thoughts and in My words, ...
The Write Way: Jesus would be rolling in his grave
The Write Way: Jesus would be rolling in his grave: Jesus would be rolling in his grave. I wish I would have been there when Jesus was betrayed (by Judas) Simon Peter's stroke would hav...
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