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Date : Tuesday, April 10, 2007
Time : 3:25 PM
Title :

Today during the morning assembly, I prayed, and cried.
I talked to Him, because I was having this time of many feelings again.
To say, overwhelming.
I wanted someone to talk to, and there.

So went back to class, I wasnt in the mood for anything at all. Just wanted to pen down my thoughts. Out came this. It wasn't a poem...

Just.. words..

I know You can hear my heart's crying.
My heartache, my sadness.

Your purpose for making me go through
what I'm going through,
is to make me stronger,
to resist my heart's desires,
to make me feel that there are even better things in this beautiful world...
But then, this will be my truth:
"I'm sorry, my Lord!
I'm sorry that it's hard.
All I want is to just break down and cry,
to chase my feelings away,
to be NUMB of all things."
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THEN:

But when it's hard,
You came into my mind,
and tell me that it's okay if NO ONE wants me,
and that I have You,
You ease the ache in my heart.
You are always there, You always have a way.


Ya, so that's it.
I feel so..... tired?
no..