Yes, last night, my focus was narrow. All I could see was a door closing. I was standing, pounding on that door, wanting it to open again. I was being stubborn and stupid. All I ended up with was bloody knuckles. Metaphorically, of course.
I know God has a plan for me. I know that my future is full of possibility.
Saint Marty just needs to look for that damn open window.
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| Locked doors piss me off |
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