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There are some sins that feel like a constant burning, shame so deep your stomach turning becomes a relief. Good grief, I am glad that isn't me. I may not be perfectly at ease but my shame doesn't torture me all consumingly. It just buzzes in the background discreetly like a handful of lost honey bees.
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Dec 8, 2018
Dec 8, 2018 at 10:32 AM UTC
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There are some sins that feel like a constant burning, shame so deep your stomach turning becomes a relief. Good grief, I am glad that isn't me. I may not be perfectly at ease but my shame doesn't torture me all consumingly. It just buzzes in the background discreetly like a handful of lost honey bees.
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Dec 8, 2018
Dec 8, 2018 at 10:32 AM UTC
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