I dont belong here.
I cant be loved.
I cant learn.
Why am i here God?
Why cant she love me?
Whats so wrong with me?
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“The task of the theopoetic and the theopoet is to open up spaces of unanticipated dreaming in which the past, the present and the future are reshaped as we reorganize or even recreate our stories in relationship with the other, the world and the Divine .”
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