HopeMy life has clashed into near death, I try to cope with paper and a writing utencil. It all seems so easy at first breath, I find a bit of help here and there. I go to the all-mighty heavenly father, I wait and let ages go by for little to happen. Thinking of never to try again to bother, I even know it would take a bit to happen in that time. The so called "gun" becomes so wieghtless in my palms, I try to seek last help for a bit of hope. It finaly happens to come in the Book III of Psalms, I read it thourghly, fear, anger, and moe comes to mind. Some reminds me of myselHope
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