You did your best, you told yourself you had 60 days to make it work. You want a sweet ending to it, before your wonderlust dreams begin. But you slowly find yourself drowning into a pile of sand it in slow motion. You can't stop it, you cannot control it.
It just overwhelms you. I've been telling myself this.
33 These things I have spoken to you, that in Me you may have peace. In the world you will[a] have tribulation; but be of good cheer, I have overcome the world.
I'm waiting for God to reach out his hand towards me to pull me out of this.
Where are you, God?
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