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Jul 2018
My little smile behind my little tears.
Became this huge hole without you Jesus.
As I come to you with souls of cries.

I laughed a little of misery, but fears of awful lies.
The lies of trying to hide.

The pain of emotional bloom of sacrifice.
Became of this overwhelming unloved of feeling abandonment.  
Because hardships  had such strong storms.
Turning into a water that may be trouble of bridges but save of the saving atonement.
That my almighty God listens to the tsunami from my broken patch of bleeding heart like he can turn this into a healing bandages.


They had stated thy comforter, comforts the lost sheeps.
But sheeps stay asleep, until the shepherd awoke them from a dream of unreality state.

Take up thy wounds as spake from the atoning one.
Thy hands of burdens, now be lifted..

My rescue wounds may caused afflictions, but to dismayed be healed over thy grace of thy sufficient..
Diane K Pak
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Diane K Pak  24/F/Philadelphia, PA
(24/F/Philadelphia, PA)   
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