I didn’t believe in resurrection. For a very long time, I felt like my heart was lifelessly splattered on a hot black piece of pavement. I was certain that e...

My dear sweet friend (you) (future you) (everyone), I feel helpless. Gutted. No phone conversation or in person exchange could ever, ever, get to the root of...

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