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Sunday
Dec162018

Amy Harmon

If God made all our faces, did he laugh when he made me?
Does he make the legs that cannot walk and eyes that cannot see?
Does he curl the hair upon my head 'til it rebels in wild defiance?
Does he close the ears of a deaf man to make him more reliant?
Is the way I look a coincidence or just a twist of fate?
If he made me this way, is it okay, to blame him for the things I hate?
For the flaws that seem to worsen every time I see a mirror,For the ugliness I see in me, for the loathing and the fear.
Does he sculpt us for his pleasure, for a reason I can't see?
If God makes all our faces, did he laugh when he made me?

Everybody is a main character to someone...

Books allow you to be whoever you want to be, to escape yourself for a while.

I will spend the rest of my life trying to make you happy, and when you get tired of looking at me, I promise I’ll sing.

You loved ferris wheels more than roller coasters because life shouldn’t be lived at full speed, but in anticipation and appreciation.

Death is easy. Living is the hard part.

I would rather be lost with you than alone without you.

Victory is in the battle.

It's hard to come to terms with the fact that you aren't going to be loved the way you want to be loved.

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