Just waiting till it gets easier. Till the pain subsides. The wound needs to close. I want a scab. I want it gone. A cross I must bare but I don't want to. No one wants to carry their cross. Why must it be so hard? Where do I find relief? Being away is hard but being close hurts too much. There is no ease. No rest. Sleepless nights. Mornings with
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Thank you for your prayers. You are in mine.
Peace.
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