The pieces fall down around me.
Get stuck in the seat.
In the creases of my outfit.
Just like the troubles that get stuck in my life.
Somehow, he shows up.
An eraser deletes the sad marks within my existence.
Thank you, for being the one.
The best.
The person who is the equivalent of joy.
Love you, everything about you.
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Sometimes life hits us hard. Sometimes life is a pain. But God is here to heal our pain.
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