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You entered my life and I couldn’t help but question God, Why? You’re slowly, gradually, fading in my life and I still couldn’t help but ask again God, Why? Why should I even have to see you? Meet you? Feel you? Fall for you? What’s the purpose of this? I still haven’t found the answer. God has been quite silent all this time, watching, observing, maybe shaking His head from time to time in all my unwise decisions, but nevertheless mum all this time. And I wonder if I would ever know or this would be one of those things that get in the back burner of my mind as years go by and memories fade and as realities turn into dreams as vague as whispers wistfully carried by the wind and petals being silently plucked out, “Do you love me, or do you love me not?”
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Aug 27, 2016
Aug 27, 2016 at 5:37 AM UTC
Whispers
You entered my life and I couldn’t help but question God, Why? You’re slowly, gradually, fading in my life and I still couldn’t help but ask again God, Why? Why should I even have to see you? Meet you? Feel you? Fall for you? What’s the purpose of this? I still haven’t found the answer. God has been quite silent all this time, watching, observing, maybe shaking His head from time to time in all my unwise decisions, but nevertheless mum all this time. And I wonder if I would ever know or this would be one of those things that get in the back burner of my mind as years go by and memories fade and as realities turn into dreams as vague as whispers wistfully carried by the wind and petals being silently plucked out, “Do you love me, or do you love me not?”
cynthia-go
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Aug 27, 2016
Aug 27, 2016 at 5:37 AM UTC
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