Just one more paragraph then we can pack up and laugh nothing else left to grab no embarrassment from scars tears and scabs our stories
Storytime telling for when we're lost feeling like metal ceilings no one is listening so untrue even when peers hear our names confused asking who take a few to count the battles started when mom and dad shook them rattles tagged and numbered like some cattle just strangers passing through
Oh the mountain of failures but oh the mountain of learning even when precious bridges were burning for Heaven we were yearning repented tables turned then all the attacks of the enemy depression and spiritual warfare academy stripped off all blasphemy beaten and bruised still breathing was spiritually blind new life new season finally past teething
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Left to die and dying to self is all that's left the enemy meant for evil bad but to us it's health heavenly treasure type wealth far from shady yet operating via stealth milady no longer interested in being entertained by pride or likes to get likes intentions intentionally hidden underneath spikes have a nice long hike just to get to the point pike to pikes racing in place stationary bikes and for what
So we can pack up unashamed now.
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