The enemy is the greatest teacher. Without them how could we possibly cultivate patience, grateful to the enemy.
Im not the young girl anymore. I recount this story as an older and wiser woman yet you appear to me in different guises in my life. So I must heal this wound inside.It seems much deeper than any other scars. Why is that. Did you come at a time when I was already broken. Did I make you the worst enemy.There is no excuse for you not loving me.No excuse for you cruelty. It will take time to create compassion for you. I know you had your story too.But for now I must go on with my story of you.If I can find the courage.
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