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It was a quarter past midnight, she'd never been this late before. She rushed through the door as she eased the load off her shoulders, dropping her luggage onto the ground as though nothing fragile was in it. With that, her knees buckled all at once. She fell to the hardwood floor feeling utterly numb that the impact had caused her no pain whatsoever. Taking a moment to reflect upon her day, flashbacks began to gradually fill the spaces of her wits - the good, the not so good and the horrible. What did she know about it all? Not much, only that it was a far cry from what she'd originally intended. She intended for life, its purpose and all it's in-betweens to be simply... simpler. All frozen, with barely any movement she clasped her hands tightly as tears streamed down her cheeks eventually tipping off at her impeccable chin. She called upon the One who she'd known all her years and has never nor will ever fail her, she called upon the name of the Lord. 


-  c h e r 

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