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What a tragic gift it is to be alive on this fresh and painful day. To bear the weight of consciousness is to carry a despair Which may only be distracted from or shared I am one who bears this burden just as most must Yet something in me hearkens still to my God's distant trust
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Jan 11, 2021
Jan 11, 2021 at 12:28 PM UTC
What a tragic gift it is to be alive on this fresh and painful day.
What a tragic gift it is to be alive on this fresh and painful day. To bear the weight of consciousness is to carry a despair Which may only be distracted from or shared I am one who bears this burden just as most must Yet something in me hearkens still to my God's distant trust
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Jan 11, 2021
Jan 11, 2021 at 12:28 PM UTC
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