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When the entire world tumbles about your ears, how do you find the strength to carry on? Is it a conscious decision, or does your body decide for you? When you wake up, how do you find it within yourself to get up and say “I, me, am going to move on and make this life work out for me”? Only by experiencing such a sit
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You who once had my heart now lie cold in some foreign grave. I never saw you to say goodbye, nor did I tell you I loved you before letting you go. When they told me you were dead, I wept. How could this be? What kind of God took my only friend from me just when I needed them? 1
Now, though, I want to thank you.
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