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Do not store up for yourself treasures on earth. Material things will fade. But You better be grateful for these fading things. Especially because you are so blessed with everything that isn't supposed to matter. And maybe you're alone. And maybe you cry yourself to sleep at night. But You better be thankful because your stomach is full and you have a warm bed to cry I mean sleep in. Why are these fading things the mark of the “blessed”? Why aren't we allowed to be anything but grateful? I mean thank God for this new outfit but for my birthday I would like a friend. And I am so grateful for that delicious Sunday dinner but what I wouldn't give to find some happiness under the Christmas tree. All sarcasm aside thank God for everything I am blessed with. But if material things don't matter I am poor starving hopeless deprived. A little love, please? Any spare happiness for my beggar's cup? But I'm not allowed to say that. Because I am so blessed with these things that don't matter. And don't I dare ask for love because I already have so much nothing. Cross my heart and hope to die, I'd rather be starving and loved than starving for love.
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Jun 16, 2014
Jun 16, 2014 at 4:08 PM UTC
Where Moth and Rust Destroy
Do not store up for yourself treasures on earth. Material things will fade. But You better be grateful for these fading things. Especially because you are so blessed with everything that isn't supposed to matter. And maybe you're alone. And maybe you cry yourself to sleep at night. But You better be thankful because your stomach is full and you have a warm bed to cry I mean sleep in. Why are these fading things the mark of the “blessed”? Why aren't we allowed to be anything but grateful? I mean thank God for this new outfit but for my birthday I would like a friend. And I am so grateful for that delicious Sunday dinner but what I wouldn't give to find some happiness under the Christmas tree. All sarcasm aside thank God for everything I am blessed with. But if material things don't matter I am poor starving hopeless deprived. A little love, please? Any spare happiness for my beggar's cup? But I'm not allowed to say that. Because I am so blessed with these things that don't matter. And don't I dare ask for love because I already have so much nothing. Cross my heart and hope to die, I'd rather be starving and loved than starving for love.
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mollyvanderwerp
Jun 16, 2014
Jun 16, 2014 at 4:08 PM UTC
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