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i'm a child of extraordainary things brought up in a church that wants to train me only at the expense of my sanity my words are silenced by those who "know" they throw my name around because God says so i'm gonna be a good little gift and not say a word not that i will ever be heard my confidence is fine but God forbid the choice ever be mine this is how passion is lost in life offering my body as a living sacrifice one question would safice "are you alright with us planning your life?" i'm not trying to be ungratful but i cant breathe and talent isn't a good reason to bully me choking me with my own hand they don't understand i would never cut it off but i would like to use it by my own demand lost in praise you might mistake me for a slave
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Feb 4, 2015
Feb 4, 2015 at 2:29 PM UTC
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i'm a child of extraordainary things brought up in a church that wants to train me only at the expense of my sanity my words are silenced by those who "know" they throw my name around because God says so i'm gonna be a good little gift and not say a word not that i will ever be heard my confidence is fine but God forbid the choice ever be mine this is how passion is lost in life offering my body as a living sacrifice one question would safice "are you alright with us planning your life?" i'm not trying to be ungratful but i cant breathe and talent isn't a good reason to bully me choking me with my own hand they don't understand i would never cut it off but i would like to use it by my own demand lost in praise you might mistake me for a slave
Riot-Worsley
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Feb 4, 2015
Feb 4, 2015 at 2:29 PM UTC
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