"For we do not wrestle against flesh and blood, but against principalities, against powers, against the rulers of the darkness of this age, against spiritual hosts of wickedness in the heavenly places." I sighed as I watched him from afar. "Great battles are won in prayer," I muttered and took out a lollipop from my bag and sucked it. Sweet. Life would become any sweeter if I often focused on winning souls. But it didn't turn out the way I wanted it, I can't have my breakthrough. The moment I placed my eyes on him, there I already knew that he was detained by darkness. His raven irises scream for help and behind his cold emotion, I knew he was in deep grief. I never saw him smile, his serious tone of voice was trying to enclose the pain he always wanted to voice out. I once thought I was the only one who suffered a bitter life, but whenever I see him, he is way more gloomy and dull than I am. He's shattered and ruined, and here I am doing my best to give him relief. His presence s
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