April 2012
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Why I'm getting married at 21.
When I was young, I met this boy. I barely talked to him and only saw him sometimes, but he became the person I compared every other person to.  I dated some guys when I was younger. Some were bad. Some weren’t. No matter what, though, they were not him. That is the fact of it. This fellow I met as a child and could barely talk to was interfering in my ability to be content with any other...
Apr 28th
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Apr 23rd
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“Christ will never be cool. Terrifying, life-changing, shocking, and...”
– Jon Foreman
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A Question
by Robert Frost A voice said, Look me in the stars And tell me truly, men of earth, If all the soul-and-body scars Were not too much to pay for birth. 
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Apr 10th
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Beneath My Hands
by Leonard Cohen Beneath my hands  your small breasts  are the upturned bellies  of breathing fallen sparrows.  Wherever you move  I hear the sounds of closing wings  of falling wings.  I am speechless  because you have fallen beside me  because your eyelashes  are the spines of tiny fragile animals.  I dread the time  when your mouth  begins to call me hunter.  When you call me close  to...
Apr 10th
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