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The Irrepressible Anger Raging Inside

There are seven despicable sins each one of us willingly or unwillingly commits daily; I disclaim six, but I willl claim one openly: it's the irrepressible anger raging inside. There was a big trauma in my early childhood: that memory was stored, but cannot be retrieved; I blame dad for the love he didn't give to his child... remembering hurts indefinitely, forgetting is hard. For years, I carried this secret so ashamed to reveal, mother saw the depth and dimension of everything; she lifted all the weight I was incapable of carrying, but my cry wanted to escape and break off the seal. If I am guilty of this sin, God will not punish me for it; His sympathy for the ones who weep is forgiveness, but those inflicting pain won't escape His judgment. Lord, end at once this anger that brings on illness. Written on 1/24/2016

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Date: 1/25/2016 6:39:00 PM
I to have a father in which I still love without apart of, I still feel the emptiness despite being full of life because of him, Because of that I know I am a better mother ; )
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