Sometimes,no most times our hearts are bruised by those we look up to for comfort. We find the hands we stretched ours to for support as the ones behind the knife that pierces us deep in our hearts. The shock of betrayal almost numbs the pain that stings us. It is in this moment that we lift our eyes up,to the light that shineth from above:remembering that there is no night in zion.Believing that it gets darkest before the dawn.
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