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Scratches and scars, a map upon the skin A journey marked, by mountains and chasms within. Como stripes, a reminder of the past Of battles fought, and bridges crossed at last Though faded now, these marks remain A testament to strength, and the will to sustain For every scratch, a tale to be told Of a path traversed, and lessons to behold
My grandmother went in for a routine blood transfusion. They said they needed to keep her for a few days. They kept her for 4 months claiming Covid procedures. When I saw her, she told me she wanted to die...I told her I'd come visit the next day. They didn't let me visit her. She died three days later. I love her so much.
Now as touching things offered unto idols, we know that we all have knowledge. Knowledge puffeth up, but charity edifieth. And if any man think that he knoweth any thing, he knoweth nothing yet as he ought to know.But if any man love God, the same is known of him.