Lord God why have I astrayed? as a child I was in your flock, summer days, pain was not, conscience of how I felt each morning, regardless what mom was cooking, the total rush of adrenaline, as I first left the bath in my robe, how I felt on the first crisp, cool autumn fall, each year, the innocent... Sign in to see full entry.
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