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I stare fixated at the screen.
In shock, and in awe.
The disbelief of what I’m seeing deserving of more but all i can get out is “oohs” and “awes”.
I’m wishing, this pen and this paper can act as gauze - and heal a broken system, but then i realized ...
unless Christ comes back today;
nobody’s coming to save us.
Tonight i realized that, to them, it’s our skin that is da...
Thursday 1st October 2020 6:43 pm
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