I can't wait for this struggle to pass.
It will go by slowly, we will not enjoy this time, there will be tears, and words will be thrown out in spite.
I believe we will come to the finish line with flying colors; slowly but surely we will win.
It doesn't matter how we get there; it can take weeks, months, maybe years.
All I know is that we aren't in a rush to get anywhere.
This is the fourth first day, and all I can do is hope for the best.
God never gives anyone anything they can't handle, and he waits patiently for you to figure out what you can do to win.
I am determined to win.
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Sneak Peek
PoetryI basically just write these when I get sad, and I'm tired of them just sitting in my notes where they're worthless. So enjoy. Not really they're kinda sad.
