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Broken


I called Him yesterday; But everything felt so different- The connection we had has somehow become...broken. Maybe it was a bad connection on my part- I should get someone to fix that. Or maybe it was His doing; I doubt that. I just found myself talking to No one,nothing. I left a message that on His voice mail, Begging Him to listen as my mind, body, soul cries out. It's been awhile and He has not returned my calls. I call back and the connection still seems to be broken. They said that He would never leave me, they said He loves me! And I believed them. I still believe them. It must be me, then. I'm the broken one.
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