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Musings on being Atheist
Submitted:Feb 10, 2010 Reads: 32 Comments: 1 Likes: 0
It wasn't some terrible trauma,
nor catching good people doing
bad things.
It wasn't an act of rebellion
or ignorance, for that matter.
It was a knowledge.
A truth.
A peace.
It was waking up and really living.
Without faith, I feel
content.
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