The Questioner's Bible
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The Questioner's Bible-
All it is, is just a journal of my thoughts and descriptions of them, so it can open the minds of many. That's all it's supposed to do. These thoughts have been with me, since 2010, and they've been a gift and burden to my life. It's made me stand out and become more open minded and reachable, but it's also driven me away from those who I'm close to. The outcome of your thought process after reading may differ from mine, I'm just sharing my events.
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