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Aug 2013
A warm hand holds the world in all of its sadness.
Sins, hypocrisy and deceit come alive as the night falls like a curtain in a theater.
Leaving only darkness.
And yet every new dawn the everlasting light endures.
We wake up and greet the day knowing that we are protected.
We are loved eternally.
We are saved.
And the darkness that surrounds us is not really our home.
Rose Amberlyn
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Rose Amberlyn
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