Sometimes I get so sick of this world that I wish God would call me home. Sometimes the fight gets too hard, sometimes it drags on and on, chipping away at my resolve. Sometimes the hole is just too deep to dig your way out of. Sometimes we can’t do it alone. I wonder, when will the support come? When will the troops be rallied. I sit in this foxhole, t…
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