On A Lonely Road

<img src="https://images.ecency.com/DQmXAq9sXmU2P8gx5QV7iw6Fbjaavpn7s5hpuqEzrk4QhMA/1776200050314.jpg" alt="" / It happened so fast the night I got robbed. Just like every other day, the road looked

<img src="https://images.ecency.com/DQmXAq9sXmU2P8gx5QV7iw6Fbjaavpn7s5hpuqEzrk4QhMA/1776200050314.jpg" alt="" / It happened so fast the night I got robbed. Just like every other day, the road looked
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Generated using OpenAIopenai.com Every day, I watch people talk about peace as if it's something you find once and keep. Peace. Like it’s something you stumble upon one quiet morning, pick up gen

<div class="textjustify" As a little kid, I would play a lot. I loved toys, mostly improvised toys. I would take literally anything as a toy, as long as I could move them. I had fun. However, I had

<img src="https://images.ecency.com/DQmQjyGWJW23G8H6s12WXQAaXxBUzHSHSSBfCrQxXULncVx/1775807936651.jpg" alt="" / I was nine years old when I first told God exactly what I wanted. I wasn't in church,