The separation of truth and falsity perplexes me. When you only see a blur of a figure it's almost impossible to determine how to react. Brokenness invades. I don't want it. It's not meant to be like this: I know that we all pay for our mistakes. There is a significance to the eternal, unconditional, genuine love that has flooded over me. But that doesn't take away pain just yet. I'm still in waiting.
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