Wednesday, February 18, 2009
show me how.
i really dont want to go through all the pain again.
not the pungent smell of medicine, mundane walls, and men in white,
sharp needles, morphine in my veins.
knocked out. await in pain.
"fill your heart with faith, let there not be a vessel of fear."
how Lord, How?
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6:46 AM
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