Puddles on the Floor
You think you're okay.
The watering eyes have stopped at mention of the subject, you can say you're fine without rapidly changing the topic, you can think about what happened without spacing out for the following 15 minutes...
and then you receive a letter and all those walls that you had built to keep you upright teeter like advanced Jenga games.
You say to yourself "one last cry", but you know that that isn't probably going to be the case.
Start from square one, try to pick up the pieces, spend lots of time with Jesus, and desperately try not to think of the "what if"s
The watering eyes have stopped at mention of the subject, you can say you're fine without rapidly changing the topic, you can think about what happened without spacing out for the following 15 minutes...
and then you receive a letter and all those walls that you had built to keep you upright teeter like advanced Jenga games.
You say to yourself "one last cry", but you know that that isn't probably going to be the case.
Start from square one, try to pick up the pieces, spend lots of time with Jesus, and desperately try not to think of the "what if"s
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