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Jun 2018
Shot Guns.
Lives gone.
Touched.
Trust is gone.
Verbal swords,
love gone.
We are not safe anymore.
Hard to trust.
Hard to feel safe.
Hard to feel quiet, at peace, when minds are feeling unsafe.
Hearts tensed up.
We can't even walk into the place we love without feeling afraid.
Just trust in God in these times.
He would guide and keep you,
all the days of your life...
all the time...
Shooting her and there, accidents here and there, people molested ***** even by their "trusted" ones. All around the news. Hardly any sense of safety or love or peace or joy anymore. All these are making people cold...
forestfaith
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forestfaith  18/M/Singapore
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