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Why do I have to fit into any religion to believe in the Lord and Jesus Christ? Why do I have to fit into anything like a pair of jeans two sizes too small? In other words, I find I cannot fit into these categories and I'm going to stop trying. And you know what? I'm looking around and realizing that there isn't anyone that fit entirely into these made up categories either. That's exactly what they are: MADE UP. We ARE our own categories. We are the only ones who can fit in our own categories. Why do we insist on massing together and pretend we fit into a single category anyway? By allowing ourselves to accept these labels as our own? I'm His

"You don't understand what I've been through! People wouldn't survive what I've been through." I'm not going to sit here and list what I've been through; it's not a contest to see who had a crappier life. Besides, in the end, it doesn't matter! What we've been through: it had already happened. The past is constantly being put behind us. We don't have to carry around that hurt anymore. I'm not trying to be dismissive of your issues or traumas; I'm here to let you know that there's a better choice of LIVING without past hurt burdens. Now is the time to heal and live for today to the fullest. Don't look to the future believing that when that deb

Tired out of my mind, I watched a "magic trick" Being performed by our new speaker. People cheered. Apparently, I was one of the only ones who noticed This piece of paper "floating" With the aid of a string I could clearly see From back of the auditorium. He volunteered people to try it; All of which failed, of course. Then...he said something that changed my life forever. He said, "The reason why you're unable to do it... Is because you don't really believe it can float." I just stared blankly as he continued: "When you set a book down on the table- You don't think twice... Because you believe it to rest there." My eyes

How do I reach you? How do I even touch you? All you do is push me away... I think you're beautiful, outgoing, and loved. Still think your dancing style's weird, But why would you give a damn when the guys think it's cute? However loving, I fear, you are only that to your friends. We used to be so close; You were the one I loved the most. Shoot, we even shared a crib together 'till we were 'bout four. Now your things are "personal"; Always "stay out of my business". Damn, woman! All I wanted was the love of my sister. So convinced that you might as well be the oldest. Flattered with people telling you how you look it; How I do