Self-Reflection
I am the ripe red apple, plucked from Eden’s garden Contemptuously bitten, no hope for God’s pardon. I am Achilles heel that hobbles my stride; Odysseus’ curse, my insufferable pride.. That lock of...
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“Such worthlessness has been the only truth spoken in his ear.” I am the ripe green apple, plucked from Eden’s garden Contemptuously bitten, no hope for God’s pardon. I am Achilles heel that hobbles my...
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I am the ripe green apple, plucked from Eden’s gardenContemptuously bitten, no hope for God’s pardon.I am Achilles heel that hobbles my stride;Odysseus’ curse, my insufferable pride..That lock of hair...
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