Confession #645

#645 258

Here I am, always smiling but inside dying slowly, loneliness, sorrow, agony and all that has taken better part of me, sometimes I wonder if God exists, if Yes, why He has always allowed me to suffer, no one to talk to, one to hear me and understand me.

May 25, 2020 |
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