My afternoon meditation purged some of the dried blood that had pooled in my veins. As I witnessed the “bad blood” leave me it was not without sorrow for my part that I ask forgiveness. For those that I feared wronged me I am not in judgment of them for they are the witness for their own sorrow. I ask in silent prayer that I retain faith and leave doubt to dry in the puddles of my tears.
This is fucking spectacular Jack !
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