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Good Friday

Still a good man. A good friend, who really does stick around to the very end. One who ignored my sin blowing upon me Like an extinguishing fan to quench the fire burning in man Oh God, what a good son! he granted me life offering peace, calming strife How can I thank him? Is there any way? "Happy Easter" is probably not the most gracious thing to actually say.
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zinalisha
F / American
Published
Apr 11, 2014
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#days#good#resurrection#friday#easter
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