I wake at dawn outside of my own will, exhausted from the night before. It isn't all bad, though, because I have the opportunity to see the Angels turn the sky into a cascade of blues, oranges, and violets.
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Confessions of a "Christian" Teen
PoetryWhat comes to the mind of a 17 year old, Christian, girl who's starting to taste the real world after being sheltered her entire life?
