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I pierced my face... they pierced his side...
I marked my skin with ink and needles... they marked his with whips and with thorns...
I have been called a freak... He calls me His child.
This random little thought went through my mind in the grocery store when someone was staring at my arms and the place in my lip where my rings used to be... I don't need the world's acceptance, when I have His.
I marked my skin with ink and needles... they marked his with whips and with thorns...
I have been called a freak... He calls me His child.
This random little thought went through my mind in the grocery store when someone was staring at my arms and the place in my lip where my rings used to be... I don't need the world's acceptance, when I have His.