Arent You Tired Of Being Nice No!!!! Im Tired Of Everyone Else Being Mean!!!!!!!!
“aren’t you tired of being nice” no!!!! i’m tired of everyone else being mean!!!!!!!!
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I guess I wanted to ask you something. I think it’s about God. I think I’m seeing things. In the Bible, people had visions, right? Like prophets and stuff? I was taught that visions were God’s way of communicating. They could either be a warning or a revelation. But how did they know they weren’t just crazy? I think because God gave them faith.
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