Rec | THIS POEM MY CHURCH GAVE ME WHEN I WAS A CHILD

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This poem my church gave me when i was a child

It still rings true. You are very special. The rest of the poem was about how much God loves all of us yada yada yada but my angsty secular younger self did not like that and disposed of it with the help of scissors.

@mia_ldim

Feb 18, 2024

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