This is a story of a girl,
Lost in her reality she called the world,
She prayed to God to send her something,
Instead of living where she felt she had nothing,
Every day and night she prayed,
Then God looked at what he made.
A glass hearted girl,
Shattered and bleeding on the floor,
This time God was sure,
He opened my heart's back door,
You all are the angels he sent in,
For all my sins,
I new I was forgiven.
Now, When I'm lonely and sore,
I'll feel better soon,
Knowing I'll have you forever-more,
No longer do I sit alone in my room,
No longer waiting to die,
God and You all saved me from certain doom,
I'm no longer sad,
Because I'm not alone, I'm alive,
It's all because of you, that's why. <3















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Love isn't a state of perfect caring. It is an active noun like "struggle." To love someone is to strive to accept that person exactly the way he or she is, right here and now--and to go on caring even through times that may bring us pain."
- Fred Roger
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Many Moods of Exodus...
And Now...
GO
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"What Is Today, But Yesterday's Tomorrow?"
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"What Is Today, But Yesterday's Tomorrow?"
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"What Is Today, But Yesterday's Tomorrow?"
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"What Is Today, But Yesterday's Tomorrow?"
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Love isn't a state of perfect caring. It is an active noun like "struggle." To love someone is to strive to accept that person exactly the way he or she is, right here and now--and to go on caring even through times that may bring us pain."
- Fred Roger
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"What Is Today, But Yesterday's Tomorrow?"
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