My chest hurts. My thinking is no longer calm and rational. I am running out of ammunition to fight this. I am no help.
Lord, guide me out of this. Pls.Labels: Life
Saturday, June 27, 2009 @ Beaten
How many blows can one take? One after another. One after another. One after another.
My chest hurts. My thinking is no longer calm and rational. I am running out of ammunition to fight this. I am no help.
Lord, guide me out of this. Pls.
My chest hurts. My thinking is no longer calm and rational. I am running out of ammunition to fight this. I am no help.
Lord, guide me out of this. Pls.
