In the end, by Debra Subscribe to rss feed for Debra

Wrapped in the center of a wound that goes so deep, it makes
me want to close my eyes and fall into and endless sleep.
I wanna drowned in the world of unreality just so I don'e
have to face the brutality of a place so full of hate and
malice and disgrace!
My heart feels like empty dry glass, every little chip
causes it to crash. How much more can it take before it will
completely break? Will it ever recover again; will love be
possible in the end?
Posted: 2014-05-21 03:57:08 UTC

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2014-06-07 00:37:52George Chow
there is no other love can separate the love of our heavenly father.