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Last published Mon, Dec 21, 2015
This is the story of a girl who broke her heart because she forgot to believe. She allowed the world to get to her so she wallowed in sadness & pain, and was so blinded by infatuation that she forgot how to value herself.
This collection of poetry showed how she broke... and how she was fixed, because she believed in herself and in Him again.
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