Angel.
The innocent smile.
The sincere laughter.
The anticipation.
The hope.
The faith.
The joy.
All of these.
So evident outside.
A facade?
Or an ethopia?
Devil.
The urge to sputter hate.
To heap insults.
Violence.
A total loss of who she really is.
The monster.
At home.
How circumstances can change a man.
How.
Drastic.
Where art thou her God.
How she runs.
She runs and runs and runs.
Away.
From circumstances.
Runs to the arms of Jesus.
Oh if only.
He could just take her home to be with Him.
But yet.
She is.
here.
still.
weeping.
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hey gal...things will get better yea!
my dear,
exams are coming! mug hard n study hard ya! n u are going aussie so soon!!!!!!!!!!
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