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She had to simply pick herself up and keep going. There was no other choice for her anymore. He was gone, no amount of anger or resentment would change that. She might have fallen from his good graces- but she knew there would be no turning back from here.
I was always like a sponge, or so he said. Always ready to take the next challenge and lesson and language and learn it so that I would become closer to my God. Where did the sponge girl go?
this is the pot calling the kettle black. Of course the pot is also pregnant and hormonal, so of course the pot will fly off the handle... what the fuck is the kettle's excuse? huh?
there he is... holding the flowers he just bought down the street... just because he thought I would like them. They're perfect... and just like the promises he made... they'll soon die
in chess, the pawns are always sacrificed first for the sake of the game. in life- i want to be a pawn and use self sacrifice to show others a love for humanity. help me be a pawn.
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