agonizing tears over the keyboard drowning the nights with strained fingers and strained throat, strained eyes and strained mind; sleep turning into daydreams and murky moments of wretchedness sinking into corners sinking into the cradling arms of my mother like a five year old; the chasing madness of the hours into the blackest holes i have ever been in shrouding me in heavy clouds of doubt.

that's over.

and God poured forth miracles and extended deadlines, broke me, mould me and shield me. When i was at the lowest he sent me elves in many forms.

He is mighty to save.

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call me for coffee!