Hope
And hope was her name and that's how she came to me when everything I had and known was lost and though hope is neither physically seen nor touched yet her beauty was bestowed upon me and I felt her with every fiber of my being and now I am certain that the promise of newness exist for she will remain forever in my heart, in my soul and if for some reason I ever doubt again I will remember hope and how I once believed
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Moonwind
I'm one of seven siblings and as a child grew up in a tough neighborhood where things were always rough. I started writing my thoughts and how I felt about life at a early age sometimes as a way to escape. I learned very early that if you wanted...
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