My mind was in a wrestling match with itself. There’s never a winner.
I find solace in these lyrics.
Ecclesiastes 3: 1-8
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My mind was in a wrestling match with itself. There’s never a winner.
I find solace in these lyrics.
Ecclesiastes 3: 1-8
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