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If you knew that your
judgement crushed what remained
of my wounded wings,
would you even care?
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I'm no saint, I'm a human. My life is an open book of pure transparency, the good, bad, and ugly of it. Faith doesn't mean I don't stumble, fail, and fall. I do. Often.
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You’re welcome. So much truth in a stanza. Had to share.
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I’m honored. 😊
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That’s what I asked myself about my husband’s departure and realized he didn’t care about me or my brokenness (partially caused by his abuse) so I had to move pass my fear into the rest of my life without him.
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You are better off. Your future will be brighter. Time truly heals.
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