silent siren*

No money in my account but I’m not broke; I am rich in faith.. I’m determined to be happy, even when it hurts…

Thriving my way through these trials; been running so long, I passed a many miles…

To find myself, spirit, and soul; things that makes me happy and gives me joy… I cry for hours, and couldn’t tell you why – I’m begging for a breakthrough, so confused on what I need,

Triggered by everything, but the small things is what hurt; when it grows it becomes a bigger challenge – that begins to feel meaninglessly unimaginable

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