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Notes by C.R. Rathkamp, in chronological orderNotes by C.R. Rathkamp
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"I admire humans, correct? I'm half fielded to the idea of humans, wondering what reason God wants me to adore them, admire them, confess sins and forgive trespasses against them; it's all such a wild world, isn't it?"

"God, I wish I understood love to extract from within the heart and confess, not condone others. As the words, Jesus states: "Love your neighbor," and from what Paul wrote in his letters to the earliest Church attendance: "God is love, therefore we as His children love, not hate."
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If anyone is interested in what's happening in my life, I think life is calculated in damaging influences and complimentary influences depending on the events and formations of my mental illness, here is an "insane" revolving blog from a diagnosed Schizoaffective branded individual that eats, eats, and consumes words like demon mashing relics that don't have the craving to control their hunger, oh! Viciousness protrudes into examples!

https://www.Writing.Com/authors/bellhite/blog
The Summer dressed the hot air with confused arid devastation onto the confusing flames of the burning sun. The hours were dominant time, clocked in at three in the afternoon. The pardoning constructive figure in the more significant light prepared for the garden to a top-notch blooming eccentric balance of life and the possible captivities of little blossoming treasures worthwhile in the pleasured eyes of a woman.

Time continues to chime like a church bell pardoning continual Sundays, over and over, passing into the conceptual time log that predates human ancestors beyond the congregation of the Church.

One of them, I do aid I become.
"Venture forth into the unfamiliar, and without dedication to appease the masses, ask God to confirm the questionable atrocities that bread does infuse to digest into narcotic mortal dulled creatures."
If I delete some stories from this website on my account, will the rewards and badges handled with "said-deleted material" still show on the contest submissions?
I'm not sure if this is what you're asking, but if you delete a story you've entered into a contest,

*Bullet* Any gift points or merit badges you received will remain in your account.
*Bullet* If the deleted item had an awardicon attached, the awardicon will be redirected and attached to your portfolio instead.
*Bullet* Any links to the item will become invalid once the item is deleted. So, for example, if the deleted item was linked on a winner's page or something, it will no longer lead to your story or your portfolio.

I hope this answers your question!
Wondering does suffice as a a normal contraption to ignite and bring into fruition. I will not fear that which is the world, but will continue to press God to allow faith and trust to divide the hatred and evil based in me, within the heart.
I wanted nothing more but the following transitions to surmise a great understanding pronounced from the voice of a God, challenged onto belief, with the assurance of faith brought onto me through the Lord Jesus Christ, whom has allowed faith to be offered like offering a sacrifice to an alter, He demands himself to be sacrificed onto the Church.

I am one with God, understood and basic, and most the time advanced onto deliberate actions settled in forthcoming conclusions.

Whose aim belongs to me, but mine own?

For God has allowed a spear to fondle this hand, and I shall throw it, thrust it into the air, towards my distractions forwarded into despair.

I’ve been corrected by the voices speaking fluently within the human mind’s contracted disease for mental disabilities.

As I motion towards the walking distance of the mission embraced upon life, or as goals surface, I become wary, and wonder in thoughts provoking me to satisfy the incoming childishness I parade to show. I tell onto all individuals whom are contacted to understand the basic principles that conquer this life.

I am am short of thoughts, but this star-shine does persuade darkness around me, though I am compulsive daringly.

“Whom shall confine me into reading? Is this not what writers enjoy to do, is read and write? Companion of muse offerings, pleasure me with reading entertainment, as I am unable to focus, and retreat without failure prompted to me! Let me read in peace, using the imagination to subdue the common depression and settled hatred towards oneself, towards a happiness ever changed, and uncommon—almost drastically rare in horror known as cosmic inventive champion-like change!”

I stare downwards at the piece of paper before my soul, becoming advantageous to the written posterity belonging to me—me alone!
The former night undone with horror, corrected, without needless blanks to initiate the problems circulating like papers and bills prepared before the Ultimate King!
Just awoke, can't seem to find the discovered attributes needed to suffice a well-written sentence. Oh, wait! I did.
"I wrote another tale to finish outwards and inwards from the heart, soul, and the visions of God's grace onto the world. But, I do mutter quite a bit. I wonder, what reason do I continue to write with consistent admiration for those whom can write with measured smooth words, all without the need for countless embodiment within the realm of the broaden sentence.

"It is difficult to maintain confidence."
I must contain happiness throughout the venues of hatred that persuade me to die. I can’t resist the temptations to act according to the definer needed in our language. I have become demoralized with natural thinking, as I was fine a moment ago, and I have failed.

But, I shall continue to learn, and become what is needed of me. I shall continue to live on-wards, and write onto the basis of contracted love that desires me, embraces me, and suffice to love me onto eternal life.

For I have an eternal life to remain true to God, if I can, in which I know that the blade can crack on contact with shields. What am I to do when I become neglected and left out in the rained-out street? I need to continue, and confess the sins I have done for mistaken confidence does offer me downwards into a deepened suffering which conflicts with the confidence I have been maintaining throughout this former week.

Aid me Almighty God, help me write the words I need to use, and not what I want to use; aid me, even the word “please” is redundant to me. I believe it is the reason of ADHD that massacres the fruitless flies onto me, stand there, and agape with childish interests---companionship divided!

“I won’t surrender, I will fail better next time.”
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