It feels like writing from a sick bed, I am a witness because in my weakness I saw the beauty that resides after the storm so I had to be strong.

Faith is weighed in the face of the storm and battles reveal our strength. It all starts with a shattered heart and a broken soul, a betrayed trust, and the price we pay for ignorance. I woke up with words, thoughts have formed emotions but feelings do not form the right notions.

So what are your notions? How long would you live in your emotions? Do you still run from the consequences of your actions? These are rhetorical questions yet I hope you find practical answers because Life is beautiful and worth living.
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