In the end

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By Debra •

Wrapped in the center of a wound that goes so deep, it makes me want to close my eyes and fall into and endless sleep. I wanna drowned in the world of unreality just so I don'e have to face the brutality of a place so full of hate and malice and disgrace! My heart feels like empty dry glass, every little chip causes it to crash. How much more can it take before it will completely break? Will it ever recover again; will love be possible in the end?

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June 7, 2014 00:37George Chow

there is no other love can separate the love of our heavenly father.