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when Christ came into the world wombed it at its darkest point and saved it from being consumed by Satan. So many were sick, having lived in sin... doing the same old things again and again
He was suicidal again. They had saved him from committing suicide, but now he was again suicidal. He didn't see any point in continuing to live. Who cared about him anyway?
He didn't know when he suspected it. It was a creeping feeling, something that was gnawing at him day and night. He just didn't know when it had begun...
all alone. I feel like a stranger to myself, not knowing my origins or how the source flows into my dreams and myself. I feel like a thing rather than a human filled with heart,
pornography to snuff out the ends of my confusion, i seek something in the night something in the day, some thing to light my way, why do i so poorly crave pornography?