Friday, November 25, 2005
your concern is too much for me to handle.
the truth is, I am afraid.
I am what I've left and giving in would risk losing all I've got to
you. God knows how many months I'd prayed for this miracle; and just when hope is frail, life takes an unexpected turn to remind me that prayers are answered in His time and ways which we cannot determine.
your mouthful of deceit will not confuse me so why dont
you start telling me the truth? of course, history doesnt matter more than the present. while I can only hope for a future.
8:41 AM;
