Pain doesn't come in lapping waves;
it comes in a tsunami of woe.
Hurt doesn't come in a sprinkle of rain;
it comes in a thunderstorm of nothing that can be shown.
My heart doesn't fall slowly;
it crashes through the ground.
My soul isn't destroyed easily,
but when it is, it will never agian be found.
Self-pity is never easily overcome,
but when it is, I feal lighter than air.
My trust in God isn't easily obtained,
but when it is, my heart is completly repaired.
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That's great. It's hard to believe you are just 12 and writing so great. I hope you keep writing about God and make your mark on the world.