To my friend

  Dammit I still miss you. Dammit I still miss you. It’s been short and it’s been so long. I can remember but not enough, what’s worse is I can’t forget your face and what was left of you as you laid there still and dead. My pointless memories are photographs and these two tattoos. […]

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‘Baggage’

  Carrying something like this around? A box weighted with grief, or resentment, regret, or pain. The best thing to do is LEAVE IT AT THE CROSS. Bring that box to Christ, He’s waiting patiently at baggage claim….

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