Forgetting
Sometimes I wish I had a terrible memory. I've been asking God too help me forget the time I spent with her. Sometimes time doesn't heal at all, but leaves the heart to bleed. I just don't want to hurt anymore. And if that means trying to drown it at the bottom of the bottle,so be it. This is me not caring anymore.
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"...to keep me from becoming proud, I was given a thorn in my flesh, a messenger from Satan to torment me and keep me from becoming proud. Three different times I begged the Lord to take it away. Each time he said, “My grace is all you need. My power works best in weakness.” So now I am glad to boast about my weaknesses, so that the power of Christ can work through me. That’s why I take pleasure in my weaknesses, and in the insults, hardships, persecutions, and troubles that I suffer for Christ. For when I am weak, then I am strong."
Please don't give up. You're still needed here.
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