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The struggle
I awaken to a sleepless song. At what point do I let go and let God. I struggle. I pray and in the midst of a sleepless stupor wonder if anyone listens. God take my struggle as a gift that leads others to you. Out of the broken pieces that define my journey disperse Messengers of light that give hope for eternity.
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