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A ghost from the past, Haunting. A familiar fear, Returning. A braver me, Surpassing.*
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Aug 10, 2015
Aug 10, 2015 at 10:53 PM UTC
The Quake II
A ghost from the past, Haunting. A familiar fear, Returning. A braver me, Surpassing.*
An earthquake struck just few hours ago. But I know, God works in mysterious ways. I can't be fragile. I shan't be afraid. He is my Savior, my strength.
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Aug 10, 2015
Aug 10, 2015 at 10:53 PM UTC
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