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Monday, April 14, 2025

Clay

 I always thought the analogy in the Bible where we were clay was weird; I found it odd that I could be molded and formed into something beautiful. I wonder what the creator thinks when I attempt to fold in on myself. Every sin and hurt causes a cascade within me. I cave in on myself, attempting to shut the hole that fills me

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