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Feb 27
Oh Lord, I’m tired—so deeply worn,
I loved with all my being.
I gave my best, my heart was torn,
Yet still, I stand unseen.

I beg for mercy on this ache,
I poured my all—it wasn’t enough.
Alone I lie, no hand to take,
As pillows drink my sorrow’s touch.
Lost Indeed
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