Land of the Lemon

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pphilly:

If you dont have a shoulder to cry on; Look up to god.

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pphilly:

The midnight sky; like an endless space. The gleaming stars shining on my face. Making all forget their pain, Letting them realize we’re all the same. None to be judged, But loved through and through. Letting all see what happiness can do. We are all free to sore through the sky, Loving it all, everypart, of the midnight sky.

Blessed

My cat Blessed is missing. She was very sick, then we can’t find her (she is probably lost in the house somewhere) We’ve looked everywhere we can think of and still no sign. I love Blessed. I pray her name comes in handy for her.

Everybody please pray for us to find Blessed alive very soon and be able to get her to the vet and save her. I love her so much and cry every night since she’s been gone. I feel so bad about not finding her yet. She must still be alive, (she’s been gone since December 11) because she would have started stinking by now if she were dead. She has been holding on to life the best she can, waiting, just waiting, for me to find her. I feel so bad, and mad, and sad, all at the same time. So PLEASE pray for her. PLEASE!

Story of her name:

My Grandma and I were outside and when we were going back inside I heard something sturggling in some tarp. Then we saw that it was a kitten and that if nobody got it out soon she’d die. I ran inside and got the scissors and my Grandma cut her loose. Then I said I’d name her “Lucky” if she were a boy and “Blessed” if she was a girl. So that’s the story in short.

Liberals, please read.

So that liberal lady [err.. I mean woman, ladies are polite] somehow keeps finding my posts. If you reading this, know that I just made my account like 2 or 3 days ago and DON’T KNOW HOW to respond or how to find other people’s posts other than clicking what’s written on my dashboard.

Question1: How can a unborn baby not be alive? They are unborn BABIES, meaning that they as just like born babies, just still in the mother’s womb.

Question2: Let’s say you had a child but never got to see it, ever. But now, after two years, YOU FOUND OUT WHERE THEY ARE! So you go and you’re outside where they are, then a gunman grabs you and says, “It’s either you or the child!” How could you choose you? How? Just because you’ve never seen your baby, doesn’t mean you don’t love it? Maybe I’m wrong, but I think most people would want their child to have a life. Even IF they weren’t alive yet, wouldn’t you want them to have a life?

I’ll be honest I’m only twelve years old, but choosing a baby over an adult who’s experianced life, definitely makes sense to me.

Thanks for reading,

SourLemon