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Help me, Lord, poor child that I am. I have relied on alcohol to comfort me, to drown my dissatisfaction, my disappointment with the world, with myself. Help me to rely on you, My Lord,
The first time I felt at home in the culture of America, not even a hypenated identity but just like other Americans is when I went to Welsh Valley Middle School. The school was predominantly Jewish.
a kiss to kiss, a moist succulent strawberry of tongue cherished and embellished, diving nude to meet its partner in a swollen embrace, the throb of desire thumping madly,
the ground almost swallowed those moments in which my mouth was closed as a zipper is closed with threads in a ritual adapted by two or three men with dicks enough to rape me, shutting
I was thrown, out of slavery, so He said, liberated in a sense, no longer in fear and awe of Egypt whose secrets I so longed to absorb. It's true, I lived in fear