Office by Alex Penny
Hey my names Manuel my friends call me Manny. I'm from Toronto and don't think I'd move to anywhere else.
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My heart was attacked last night. I was told that I am worthless. I was reminded of the times I turned my back on God with my sin. I was told that I am nothing, that I will fail, that I will disappoint, that I will gain nothing, that I HAVE nothing.
And to that, I say this: satan, you have…
She better like eye bags.
Thanks for the memories.
I don’t know what happened but my last post finished on it’s own in a depressing manner. However! They may be lasts, but new house, new memories. Lord..“Lead me home my Lover, Savior. Lead me home my Master, Redeemer. Lead me home and I will rest in you, lead me home and I will rest in you.”
As I sit my last few hours in my empty but cluttered apartment, memories rush through my brain. The crack in the walls where I was put through; funny story, me and my brother used to wrestle a lot. Burns from my experimental cooking days. Spots were I would cry stained with my tears. There have been so many firsts here, but as I sit here I think of lasts.
swollen gums and all, can’t speak properly, can’t fall back asleep, watching How I met Your Mother.
