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Oct 2020
I feel like I’m ghosting my patterns
but trading them in as I go
does anyone know how to live in
A Place we all hope to call Home?

I feel like I’ve been an imposter
I know all the ways I went wrong
but I cannot sleep without dreaming
my mind tries to carry it all

I feel like a human behavior
too loud to surrender my noise
I crawl on my knees to be broken
so I can remember Your Voice
it is impossible for me to write anything anymore, that doesn’t directly reference and reflect my Source of Truth; it is Biblical.

“For I determined not to know anything among you except Jesus Christ and Him crucified.” 1 Corinthians 2:2
Olga Valerevna
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Olga Valerevna  Vladivostok
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