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Pain hurts in the middle of the day, in the middle of the night and in many other ways
It masks itself as shame and keeps calling your name
You're nothing
You're worthless
You're alone
Calling out to the God who says He cares
But finding silence and distant stares
I want to be happy
I want to be whole
I want to be free of the ghost that haunts me
Haunting my days and wrestling with my ...
Monday 11th June 2018 8:36 pm
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