November 19, 2010
By Anonymous

I pray for help;
I cry for it.
I pour out my mind;
and hug my heart.
I feel sad;
I feel hurt;
I am broken.
I'm worse off then broken for broken doesn't feel it's cracked shards
I await the day;
I await the day my sweet God saves me;
For the blissful salvation.
I await in tears;
but I await living.

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