who you are what you did when you fell apart where you stand how you got there
why you left
you are beautiful not perfect I hope you do your best or die trying if I could find your pieces I'd put you back together I have to search for you first in a word anyway I would try to find a way I will be praying
because I care enough to hope for understanding
Who must I be What are the steps When do I start Where is my courage How can I help
Why do I worry
Things I don't know but I'd like to
I will be praying God forbid, you become another lost
answer
When a friend of mine has a problem or loses their faith, I don't hate them, I love them all the more. I feel like crying. True friends want to help.