I often wished that I had been made of plastic; a childs doll whose expression served as a mask to a much darker emotion, and whose hardened body protected my fragile heart. I had tried to be like that doll; a cold, hard shell; but it never did work, I am just not like that. The sting of the nuns words struck me like arrows; their wicked tongues laughing, and twisting the truth. It was if I was the victim of a murder where nobody dies. I knew that my face portrayed not a look of nonchalance, but the depth of her inner pain. Dolls didnt do that. They never felt anything. They were lucky. As I could not protect my
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Thank you Lord for loving one such as me. And Thank you Lord for my Nature Balm.
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Thank you Lord for loving one such as me. And Thank you Lord for my Nature Balm.
Please Help!
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