Because of all my enemies,I am the contempt of my neighbors; I am a dread to my friends. Those who see me on the street flee from me. I am forgotten by them as though I were dead; I have become like broken pottery. Enemies doesn’t have to be people. Can be the lifestyle we live that is our enemy. Flee can mean avoiding people. Feeling regretful about the way we live we have a hard time facing ourselves. The more low we become the harder we look for ways to improve. All at our own choosing.
Psalm 31:11
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