I’m talking about the world and everything in it.
But this does not indicate that I’m a quitter.
EVEN HEROES HAVE THE RIGHT TO BLEED. Don’t they?
When I thought no one would notice it, Dad did. He saw the sadness in my eyes. But I couldn’t vent out exactly what I feel.
I choose to be alone for a while. Time away from all the piercing eyes. . . I need to be alone. Alone with God. In a place where the world has nothing to do with me. In His presence where I could cry like a kid, with nothing to hide, where no one could harm me, that’s where I wanna be.
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