The Purgatory

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We all sin. If we did not, we would not be humans. We hope for forgiveness, but that does not always come. For me, forgiveness seems to be nonexistent. And so, I live in a state of Purgatory: punishment, misery, suffering, not hell nor heaven, a place of damnation. I hope that forgiveness will someday find its way towards me, but until then I guess I am stuck in this intermediate state. So here is my reflection of my life; here is what I endure each and every day; here is the purgatory.

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Nikdo Se Nebude Smát by Hynek Bočan, 1965

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36455.) Sometimes, I sit there and reality hits me. I can’t do anything and I’m helpless.

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You’ve got to accept yourself as god. You’ve got to realize you’re just the devil as much as you’re god. That you’re everything and you’re nothing at all.

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lucifelle: Crucified by Natalia Drepina

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