This page has seen many months of silence. Faith is on the same route.
The essence of life has been drained and one becomes an expert in dual role play, sinfully questioning faith.
"Stand up, my child. It isn't over."
"It is. What was, is a memory that I am forbidden to recollect."
"Believe in yourself"
Everything I believed in...
Everything that was real...
Everything that I came back for...
Can only be a story that should not be told.
But farewell must be made.
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Hope there are calming tears. Hope there is strength inside. Hope there are warming dreams in cold nights. There's no broken heart in life that can't be mended over time.
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