stillness
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Be still my bleeding heart Be still my weeping soul For not all tears are evil though evil they may seem For they only measure the journey that was, that is and that will be.
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She stepped out of the shower and wrapped a towel securely around herself. Before exiting the bathroom, she rechecked that all the curtains were tightly drawn. Leaving the bathroom door ajar to light the otherwise dim room, she padded across her bedroom and sat on the bed with a sigh. It wasn’t a happy sigh,
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