vice grips
It stings to the deepest part of my soul. My tears fall in utter loss but to you I speak:wretched lie, no matter your size or origin, you steal and take and distort and break and crush and imprint and I hate you more than I can articulate.
You will not gain for long…this world will unfold one day and the
HOLY truth shall silent your voice forever….
here I stand…salt drips…hoping in forever
Tink
5 comments:
Hope is good. We hope for that which we have yet to see....but we *will* see it.
Hugs
You are so poetic! Sending you hugs and prayers.
I love you sweet Tink
I understand. I have been through similar feelings.
Continue to hope. God works through that.
wow, beautiful! I love the variation in texts.
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