I just didn't have anything nice to say that's why I didn't say anything at all so don't get it twisted and thinking that I'm weak because I'm not I just choose to think before I react and is it worth it and all that I have to lose you just a loose cannon a chicken without a head don't know if you coming or if you're going I'll allow Satan to use you instead you're on your own...
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AMAZIAYAH GRACE (Pseudonym) (
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Interesting.
I appreciate that
Love your poem Misty, if more people could sit on their mouth, at least for a little bit, the world would be a better place.
(And here I go mouthing off again!):-)
Amen..thanks
You hate to admit it, when people scoff at the testimony of your God given joy so many times, you really do "shake their dust from your shoes." At this point, and of their very own choosing, Satan takes them by the hand and they go off walking down the street together, one of them for sure convinced that God is dead (and it's not Satan).
I agree
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