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MISFIT

by desireisdope

I have learned to forgive, but how can I forget? The memories are there, stabbing me like a bayonet. I heard them say, "we were called not to live in any fear." But so many fear to live the life they're called to - this is weird. So much for being different. So much for being you. Good luck following the trend & doing what they tell you to. But I'm not gonna bash or talk trash or even laugh. I'll be the first to admit, I've chased acceptance in my past, but conviction made me sleepless. Something shook my spirit. So I walked out of my comfort zone; a misfit on a mission... [Messiah's Misfits] -- @desire.is.dope 20140308 1150HRS -- 1 Corinthians 4
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desireisdope
27 / M / Brooklyn
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Written by
desireisdope
27 / M / Brooklyn
Published
Mar 8, 2019
Time
2m
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MISFIT

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1 Corinthians 4

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@desire.is.dope

20140308

1130HRS

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1 Corinthians 4

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