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There's a promise to Him that I'm keeping. The standards are that I won't be the one seeking. So if it were to be, let him, instead, come to me. But this is a promise I've not told to anyone I know, new or old. And when I briefly mention "I can't", they all go off on some kind of rant. Why can't they understand that I can't say? Why is silence so difficult this way? There's a promise to Him that I'm keeping. Perhaps it's also a secret that, with me, is sleeping.
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Feb 8, 2013
Feb 8, 2013 at 9:08 PM UTC
Secret Promise
There's a promise to Him that I'm keeping. The standards are that I won't be the one seeking. So if it were to be, let him, instead, come to me. But this is a promise I've not told to anyone I know, new or old. And when I briefly mention "I can't", they all go off on some kind of rant. Why can't they understand that I can't say? Why is silence so difficult this way? There's a promise to Him that I'm keeping. Perhaps it's also a secret that, with me, is sleeping.
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Feb 8, 2013
Feb 8, 2013 at 9:08 PM UTC
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