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"This is church, this is where you come to forget" listen to our pastor confirm prescribed frail justification bless my bruises, drink my blood?                                         we will give you our food money if you will allow us to make an offering i promise you, it's more than 10 percent. we will go home after this halted hour march to our waiting stations                                        she would leave her bedroom if she could. she has a headache again. your mother is busy praying.                                                                               Father shows us grace. Father shows us heaven. Father shows us stars.                                            Father shows us stars, too...                                           every night, I pray to them.
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Feb 10, 2019
Feb 10, 2019 at 4:35 AM UTC
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"This is church, this is where you come to forget" listen to our pastor confirm prescribed frail justification bless my bruises, drink my blood?                                         we will give you our food money if you will allow us to make an offering i promise you, it's more than 10 percent. we will go home after this halted hour march to our waiting stations                                        she would leave her bedroom if she could. she has a headache again. your mother is busy praying.                                                                               Father shows us grace. Father shows us heaven. Father shows us stars.                                            Father shows us stars, too...                                           every night, I pray to them.
i don't think anyone will get it, it's cool.
#abuse#religion#prayer#family#church#stars#corruption#death#depression#abstract
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perenniallyyoung
20/Gender Fluid/Redding, CA
Feb 10, 2019
Feb 10, 2019 at 4:35 AM UTC
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