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Colour me pretty, stick a bow in my hair. Make me smile and make others stare. Rip out my heart, here, I'll do yours. Too bad, I've won, mine's not there.
Praise be to the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, the Father of compassion and the God of all comfort, who comforts us in all our troubles, so that we can comfort those in any trouble with the comfort we ourselves have received from God.
2 Corin. 1:3-4 (via godsperfectwill)
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