There is something here
Something about freedom
To see where I was
And what I am walking into
And to see all the lies
Dissipate.
To know that it is not of me
To know that I could not have done this
And to know that everything
That is drawn out of me
Is burned and refined
Not for me,
But for Him.
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Goodbye individual state rights. Well... eventually. I didn't think there were so many stupid people in Missouri.
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Okay, so... I'm a couple of edits away from self-publishing my first novel. However, I need to figure out some stuff with the cover art....
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So, the other day, I offically sold my first piece of writing. This excites me to no end. It wasn't much, and I didn't get paid too ...
