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They Allowed Me to Be Broken
They Allowed Me to Be Broken There was no space for my brokenness. Other people's wounds mattered more. Mine were labeled as my faul...
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Sifting through my soul, trying to make it all make sense. Am I the cause of my loneliness? What is it about me that makes it difficult for ...
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To read Part 1, click here. As we moved within California and then to Texas, and I encountered new systems, I had different experiences. At...
It's the best freedom in the world. :)
ReplyDeleteYou're right it doesn't matter a bit what I think, but I think its great! Sure wish we were getting to see you and your family soon!
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