| I am weary, in my heart and soul, I'm worn down. call me whatever you like, but Bible College is no place for a girl like me. I'm tired of fighting ignorance -- it has an elusive strength that can look truth in the face and tell it that it's wrong.
I will walk out of that chapel in May like one coming out of a burning building or a sinking ship.
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| somewhere there's music
it's where you are
somewhere there's heaven -- how near, how far?
the darkest night would shine if you would come to me soon
until you will, how still my heart
how high the moon....
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| and then the winds change.
...again.
by the grace of God, I will see beauty no matter where I am, and no winter (whether self-imposed or natural) will destroy my soul.
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| Should I choose the smoothest curve
Steady as the beating drum?
Should I marry Kocoum?
Is all my dreaming at an end?
Or do you still wait for me, Dream Giver
Just around the riverbend?
oh dear.
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| "To be wronged is nothing unless you continue to remember it."
Damn, Confucius. Must you always be so convicting?
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