Age: 124
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Walking through my life, on a quest, to fill my dreams and make the best. Along the way I may stumble and fall, sometimes too many times to recall.
Lost many loved ones along the way, death came to call, they could not stay. My love for them will always remain. keep holding on to faith to sustain.
My faith to guide me and lead me on, when life falls apart, courage is gone. Shall not let darkness keep hold of me, my love for Jesus helps me break free.
Hardest thing I faced, losing my son, pain still lingers when day is done. The man that I love is too far away, to hold me close when sky turn gray.
It's then I search for God's inner peace, in hopes that all my pain will release. Alone I keep trying, with all my heart, hold onto my Lord when sorrow starts.
I am always His child and never alone, the Holy Spirit inside me has grown. Touched by the hand of God and glory, healing my heart, my life's sad story.
I stand before God, pray to be strong, heart has been hurting much to long. Just round the bend, warm sunshine, bring happier days that are all mine.
Age: 124
6599 days old here
Total Posts: 47628
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One looks full of hope the way that dreams pledged their cravings. He knows that the fight is cruel and is plentiful, but fighting and bleeds by faith that the stubbornness. One is crawling among thorns, and in his eagerness to give his love suffering and destroy, to understand IS that one has no heart. Price of punishment that one delivery by a kiss that does not reach or a love that it deceived; vacuum and to love and mourn so much betrayal ... If I had the heart, I gave the heart; if I could, as yesterday, without wanting to present ... It is possible that your eyes, Today I shout your love, the close with my kisses without thinking that these were like other eyes, perverse, which sank my life ... If I had the heart, I lost the same; if you forget to that yesterday what could be smashed and love ... I embrace your illusion mourn for your love ... But God brought you to my destination without thinking that it is too late and not know how quererte. Let me cry as one suffered torture in life to mourn his own death. Pure as sos, it would have saved I hope with your love. One is just in your pain ... One is so blind in his penis ... But a cold cruel, which is worse than hatred, deadlock of souls, horrendous tomb of my love, cursed forever and stole any illusion ...
Age: 124
6599 days old here
Total Posts: 47628
Points: 0
Location:
United Kingdom, United Kingdom
I love freedom of sailboat on the high seas. The fly from my thoughts without censorship, without borders, without brakes. But I prefer your moorings my freedom.
Your cell, your grate, your cloth spider. Your questions to my silences. Your company to my loneliness. Your body to desire. Your heat to the cold. My condemnation of my freedom. We prefer to you ....