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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Thursday, April 24, 2025
The Write Way: Debriefed at the pearly gates
The Write Way: Debriefed at the pearly gates: You've lived by the book anticipating Eternal life. confessed your sins and accepted Jesus Christ Walked a straight path but lied and c...
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