Rich or poor; saint or sinner, God loves us all the same.
He gave his Son to die for all, so we'll be free from guilt and shame.
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How can he love someone like me, who drowned herself in selfish melancholy?
If he can love someone like me, he can definitely love anybody.
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July 25, 2017
Copy right Star Ashley Cruz
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R.I.P. (Radical. Immortal. Poetry.)
PoetryI live and I will die but my words soar high written in skies of paper, allowed me to live forever. - Snippets of my soul in a piece of paper. R.I.P. originally stands for "Rest in peace." Coincidentally, I find that peace upon writing poetry and p...
