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Then the day came that I stopped asking;

“God, why are you letting this happen to me?”

Why are you letting this happen

to me.


It was me, it was me all along.

I was letting it happen to me.

I cried about it, I prayed about it, I asked to be delivered from IT

and then went to sleep awaken and go right back into it.

Free will. My will. Wrong will.

I had to wake up

reclaim my power             my peace                 my mind.

Renewed.                         Revived.                   Resolved.

my my my….

wisdom came.