to confess my sins, in his eyes I was cursed since the day I was born. ” His tone blunt, his words conscience and sharp like a cunning knife.
“ I seek peace and quiet, to think and make a decision, so to speak. ”
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Charlie listened cautiously, never once letting his guard down, his hallow gaze; set upon the man before him as he tried to remember where he'd seen him before.
Upon the question, he just narrowed his gaze slightly. He didn't believe in God, >
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“You’ve most likely have seen my face a time or two.”
Motioning around him, and then to the attire he had on.
“This is my church..but let’s cut right to the meat of things. Are you here to get your mind right with the lord.. or do you seek other endeavors.”
didn't believe in anything really.
At a young age, he concluded that there was no merciful God who spared his children from sorrow, and there was no gypsy magic strong enough to bring his mother back.
“ I doubt the Lord has any interest in me seekin’ >
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“˗ @thebrokenwxman ᭡ ݁ .
“ mum — mum ! I’m alright ,
they look worse than they really
are . . . now could you stop
scoldin’ me for just once ? ”
he tried to >
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