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By Composing Dawn Date: 2018 Jan 30 Comment on this Work [[2018.01.30.19.32.4872]] |
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There are some days at the end of it I lay my head in my hands and cry. The thought of doing it all over again tomorrow makes my chest heavy. Then I wipe my face, pull up my big girl panties, ask God for strength and remind myself that tomorrow has never been just like today. |