I sorta prefer the ‘slippery-slope’

Sometimes, when I begin to at where I’ve come from, I see the slope that I’ve ‘fallen’ down and I’m like:

But then, sometimes, I’m like:

I like what Rachel says:

But, truth be told, I was faking it.  I was pretending that things that didn’t made sense made sense, that things that didn’t feel right felt right.  To others, I appeared confident and in control, but faith felt as far away as friend who has grown distant and cold.

Great stuff!

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