The scars never seem to stop being sensitive. I feel empty. Then comes the pain. And the reminders that it has never really felt like anyone loved me as much as I wanted to be loved. I know that sounds selfish, perhaps a little silly, but tonight I don't care. I know God loves me … Continue reading Scars
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