It's okay, little -girl-. Yes, you, the little girl hiding inside away from the pile of adult things threatening to topple over and bury you. I love you. I know you're still in there, just hoping that you will get to take over and make my life what it was meant to be. I'm sorry I don't give you enough time, enough air to breathe. Please help me wade through the junk together with God's Spirit to our true purpose, because I know you're the only one who can see me through this time and through to the right side of our lives. Thanks! //edit I know it's my "fault" we're in this mess. Please help me to make better decisions!
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