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In a few weeks, my soul will remain back home and my heart will struggle to jump out of my throat. In the meantime, I will sing songs of war to myself every night. I couldn't possibly pray. It would be pointless. I have never prayed once in my life. I simply have no idea how to.
I wrote a letter to Lisa Rinna. It says: Your face scares me. Please stop with the knife cutting on your face and collagen injections. Thank you.