The pain in my heart threatens to be my end,
I sought to show the 'me' that God did intend.
Yet, silenced I stand, to the skies, I relent,
"Your will, not mine," my whispered consent.
Hunger ignored, sleep's sweet embrace denied,
Like a treasured vase, now broken and defied.
Familiar with fragments, a constant state of disrepair,
Yet breaking because of...
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