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The coverage described the spectacle without interrogating what it reveals: a movement that can’t admit weakness, a whiteness that sanctifies fragility, a political machine that turns death into fuel.
Both of us grew up with one parent whose unconditional love wasn’t enough to shield us from the damage of their narcissistic partners. And as a result, we grew around the shadows they gave us, walking around like open wounds looking for any excuse to turn a spark into a flame.
JL Seegars • Restore Me: The New Haven Series (Book #1)
Those people wanted God to touch them so badly that they thought he actually had. I didn’t believe Jesus and his angels watched us from heaven. If he did, I hated him. Think of all that power. He wouldn’t even drop in to fix Mama’s back, bent up and hurting from a dozen years of plucking chickens. He let people die, and hurt little kids, and do all
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