I hadn’t understood at the time. If sinners were so unhappy,why would they prefer their suffering? But now I knew why.
Without my wounds, who was I? My scars were my face, my past
was my life.

Auteur: Janet Fitch

I hadn’t understood at the time. If sinners were so unhappy,why would they prefer their suffering? But now I knew why.<br />Without my wounds, who was I? My scars were my face, my past<br />was my life. - Janet Fitch

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