Sometimes you really need a hand to hold before crossing the street.
I wish I had someone to talk to without holding back. I'm so afraid of being judged, I guess.
Finally Woken
Long lay the world in sin and error pining 'Til He appeared and the soul felt its worth A thrill of hope the weary world rejoices For yonder breaks a new and glorous morn.

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