If only you could taste what my heart holds. Hear the unsung song that this wounded woman wants to not only sing but wants to cry out. With the little faith she has left she prays to her God hoping that him as well was his angels can hear what no one else has yet seemed to hear, her cry for love, her cry for help, her cry for even a little light in her darkness. With everyday that has passed shes been beaten down by those things around her. She continuously fights the urge to have the word hopeless fall from her lips. - B. Milt0n
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