Piercing, sharp nails Across, inside my skin... Inserted deep within, Never only small progression... Failed to stop and see, Until there was only me... Late, nothing could be changed.
Things happen for a reason, and regardless of what that reason is, those things are not always good, but nor are they always bad...and oftentimes the unanswered prayers are the greatest blessings, and.. more..
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