The Forbidden Truth Blog
Once upon a time there was a tortured child, his mother enjoyed destroying his eyesight by deliberately pouring shampoo into his eyes while bathing him, 100’s of times. 545 more words
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Picnic on the Moon
Dark Angel- Full movie
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Left Bank Magazine
Poem submitted by Kendra Quinn // St. Louis. View original here.
How does it feel to be feared and hated by all nations,
Painted black by the world, but seen as pure by the creator?
1 week, 1 day
The Twisted Path Group
As she walks by the long riverside just trying to unwind
She sees her own reflection in this oddly river of light red.
In the woods she hears rustling….only a squirrel trampling about. 459 more words
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Mea culpa mariposa penitently I did pray; colors of lightning bugs and butterflies now faded to gray. She came to me awash in sunshine with smiles and eyes bright, my task it was to arm her against terrors of darkest night. 163 more words
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It’s really surprising how often I get asked this question.
I’m going to probably get my official Tarot Reader card revoked for what I’m about to say, but I’m going to say it anyway. 863 more words
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