When I die, I awake, to the earth when it's not day.
The darkness engulfs me, leaving me a-blank.
Black, and full, white and empty.
Crying in the day, and smiling in the dark.
I don't make sense sometimes. Not doing anything, when I need to be.
Loving someone when the least they need is me.
I've made mistakes, and I've been a failure. But please forgive me, because I'm not
going to give up. I promised myself as well as others.
I will succeed, before all is over.
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Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It is not rude, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres.
1 Cor 13:1-13
Gone for TWO weeks.
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