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i hate when i try to speak and the words get caught in my throat.

Tuesday, December 6, 2011

Religiously Prodigal

I want to believe You are love... But then I think about Hell.

And I get these terrible blasphemous thoughts.

Posted by savanna at 10:02 PM
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