It was a cold and stormy night as I prayed for comfort. The answers were in the distance but I was in to much pain to fly. Like black, sticky tar that was poured all over my body, I could not escape. I felt chained to the earth and could not move. All I could do was cry..................---Kimberly Morrow
There are many times to cry in one's life. Sometimes it's to release the demons inside of us.
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