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Written By: Leah
March 18, 2015
She began to wonder if God made her by mistake.
Perhaps He sneezed, breathing life into dust on accident.
Or maybe He had a little leftover clay?
That would explain why she was purposeless.
Her life was an unfinished sentence.
There was nothing--no period.
Not even a comma.
Just blank space.