I don’t know when I wrote this. Probably when I had PMDD.
I want to hide myself to protect others.
My mouth is a blowtorch.
My mind is fission.
How do I serve the Lord in love for others while also being a consuming fire?
How can I be soft and stoney at the same time?
Can God use a saint who makes grave mistakes?
Will my fire, my offensive tone, be the slope that tumbles other souls into hell?
This Weird Girl 
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