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Help My Unbelief

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Reads 86
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Parts 7
Time 54m

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It's funny how we try to run away from someone that's always ahead of us. It took me time to realize this and to think of acknowledging it? That took a great deal of strength. To be sincere, how can you just think there's some supernatural being up there to call messiah or whatever you choose? Or can you? To add, even if I wanted to believe, the pain I went through in getting to where I am today won't let me.

Number one question, if He truly exist, why would He let me suffer like that? How am I even sure it's a He and not a She? ma'am Louisa as always, loves saying He has no gender. Is it just me or was there still a "He" in the statement? Whatever, I'm sure if He exists, then He possibly hated me for belonging to the female gender.

Not to boast now, but with my experiences, I've come to realize that if God isn't real, then there's nothing like real.All Rights Reserved

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Save Me by LunarDivinity

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A living THING by SBany89

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Human Status by DanickaCastro

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