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It wasn't a mistake that I took Philosophy 101 my freshman year in college. Indeed, It was "Fate" Philosophical questions ended my abuse They became me I know it's considered cliché to question everything, but now I do And if I hadn't taken PHIL 101, or had an extensive background knowledge in Christianity Because in 2013, A hot boy asked me to come to his youth group and I said yes And because of that hot boy I became engulfed with The Spirit, and became a worship leader in a youth group band Who became a worship leader in a church Who became a bruised and abused girlfriend of a non-Christian who broke her faith, that wasn't even whole to begin with, Who became a freshman in college who took a PHIL 101 class Who became the girl who finally ******* figured out That the destiny she so pined for from the moment she was a starry-eyed 7 year old coming home from Brazil Sitting on her dead aunt's lap, in a frame in the college girl's bedroom She would know Her destiny was her own choice She was the ruler of her own world And whatever decision she made would be the right one because she made it -E (c) 2017
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Feb 27, 2017
Feb 27, 2017 at 1:46 AM UTC
PHIL 101
It wasn't a mistake that I took Philosophy 101 my freshman year in college. Indeed, It was "Fate" Philosophical questions ended my abuse They became me I know it's considered cliché to question everything, but now I do And if I hadn't taken PHIL 101, or had an extensive background knowledge in Christianity Because in 2013, A hot boy asked me to come to his youth group and I said yes And because of that hot boy I became engulfed with The Spirit, and became a worship leader in a youth group band Who became a worship leader in a church Who became a bruised and abused girlfriend of a non-Christian who broke her faith, that wasn't even whole to begin with, Who became a freshman in college who took a PHIL 101 class Who became the girl who finally ******* figured out That the destiny she so pined for from the moment she was a starry-eyed 7 year old coming home from Brazil Sitting on her dead aunt's lap, in a frame in the college girl's bedroom She would know Her destiny was her own choice She was the ruler of her own world And whatever decision she made would be the right one because she made it -E (c) 2017
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Feb 27, 2017
Feb 27, 2017 at 1:46 AM UTC
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