I am my Creator’s creation; my Designer’s design Like a piece of art drawn by an artist’s hand, I have a destiny. A predetermined fate set by the hand of my Maker. A set date of birth, and a set date of death. Who are you to tell me how to live? I have...
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In The Shadows
No one sees the invisible.I stand in the dark, cold, still night, watching, waiting, listening hidden from view. A soft breeze blows, carrying the voices and laughter of people walking by my hidden refuge. Little do they know I am here every night protected and warm. The vent of s...