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11h
why burn my things when I could just burn the bridges between us
Why cut me off when I would want to cut you off too
Girl, the grave you dig is never for me but suitable to you.
Do not mistake my soft heartedness for weakness,
Do not compare me to you, your heart was hardened and grown bitter because of your past experience
Which, in fact, should be a turntable, for you to be humble.
For now, you let life be easy and never rely solely on God
But time will come, when trials and tribulation arise
God will turn its back on you
We are given each day a chance to correct the wrong,
But what did you do?
You continued mocking us.
You sided with the devil
You tolerated the **** show hell brings
The house is filled with demons and bad aura, energy
Because your son never recognizes God as our only God and saviour
He just laughs and mocks him.
He even said "Jesus was just a human but Satan is my God."

What a very creepy line you got there bud.
See you on the other side, then.
the breaktime monologue
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the breaktime monologue  25/F/Philippines
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