these are momentary feelings; pieces of my troubled mind; i write what i think, what i think is what i feel, what i feel is what I am and what i am is what i am...... and if only promises could erase the past, I could open my heart enough to take it all back. But Ive been down this road, time and time again. And I've learned the hard way how the story always ends...
Sunday, May 6, 2018
Grieving. How many times do I need to see my loved ones die slowly, helplessly before my eyes. Where is God? Please help Maxx.
