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*we drove by saint mary's all the time. and this was no different today, than the last, but I saw mary, in the window that night, and it was all a flash as we drove by, as I said we did all the time, but this time, I saw the ****** in the night, each and everyday I wonder, why did I see her, why didn't I greet her, I wonder why she was there, or if she was as scared, as me, I question myself everyday, like did you really see, Mother Mary? I cannot explain what I saw, Mary had not spoken to me, as she just appeared to me for a moment, as I was shocked to see her disappear so quickly, the view of the hospital window she was in was fading, I clutched a set of my grandmother rosary beads she gave me to fix, in my hands there all I felt the whole car ride back, as I kept bringing back the image of Mary, and her outstretched hands, the silhouette won't fade from my memory, I constantly try to find out why, she decided to appear to me, we drive by saint mary's all the time, and I look for her in the window before it fades away, as we drive by, and I haven't seen the room light up, since the time she appeared to me, but I will still wait for her every time we drive by.*
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Jan 3, 2016
Jan 3, 2016 at 1:50 PM UTC
I saw Mary
*we drove by saint mary's all the time. and this was no different today, than the last, but I saw mary, in the window that night, and it was all a flash as we drove by, as I said we did all the time, but this time, I saw the ****** in the night, each and everyday I wonder, why did I see her, why didn't I greet her, I wonder why she was there, or if she was as scared, as me, I question myself everyday, like did you really see, Mother Mary? I cannot explain what I saw, Mary had not spoken to me, as she just appeared to me for a moment, as I was shocked to see her disappear so quickly, the view of the hospital window she was in was fading, I clutched a set of my grandmother rosary beads she gave me to fix, in my hands there all I felt the whole car ride back, as I kept bringing back the image of Mary, and her outstretched hands, the silhouette won't fade from my memory, I constantly try to find out why, she decided to appear to me, we drive by saint mary's all the time, and I look for her in the window before it fades away, as we drive by, and I haven't seen the room light up, since the time she appeared to me, but I will still wait for her every time we drive by.*
it's true. and I will look for her every time we drive by, until I die.
GodDamnItCat
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Jan 3, 2016
Jan 3, 2016 at 1:50 PM UTC
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