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Ironic

The morning sun trickles through the curtains as a reminder of another day begins finding the rhythm of life an echo of days past, just a picture out of time unable to break the cycle of days leading to the recycling of moments of prior. To hope and pray for a change to change my life to make me new was no where to be found. Placed my hope some thought to be safe, but not the case found pain and sadness in their wake. Anger, fighting, regret and mistreatment lead to exhaustion and feelings of coldness and emptiness. When realization sparked like a light bulb going off in my head. This for all of it's faults was my prayer answered a change in my life to change my stagnant life and give it some heat good, bad or indifferent. So watch for the answers to your prayers they may not be as obvious as we think they should be.
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todd-kellison
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Dec 5, 2013
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