What is it worth to know god when it does not make me happy?
It is like screaming when no one can hear you, it is all for yourself.
I can only pray that she acknowledges that I am different, that I am not them.
What is different but revolution, a struggle. Timeless, wasted.
I have so much to show you
Monday, January 4, 2010
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