Ambrosia Ambrosia

Am A Hit Me Doll...Not a...

Oh my Lord, hit me;
My hands may shake for a while,
My heart trembles for a moment,
See, still am standing on my own
Trampling all odds of my life.

But Oh merciful,
Don't blast me,
I can never withstand.
Coz, I am a 'hit me' doll,
Not a 'blast me' doll.. never.

Submitted: Thursday, June 13, 2013
Edited: Monday, June 24, 2013
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God...I am not praying for problem free life, but at least test me with those, which have answers.

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  • Unwritten Soul (6/19/2013 6:09:00 AM)

    Truly God never test someone that beyond their ability to can, you can just believe in yourself more, thats how you can do it! ! be stronger! ! _Soul (Report) Reply

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