By Miranda
Late summer early fall I called out to you. I prayed to our God and waited for a sign. Week after week no acknowlegment. My struggle raged on. Falter, stumble, and finally down. In the end I meant nothing to anyone. Written March 28th, 2002 © on Mar 27 2002 09:32 PM PST 0 • 1
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