Life Without Faith

by cbowen19995

April 9, 2013

Lost in the dawn of the day I struggle to begin. The search is drawing to an end and I struggle to find beauty here. What is left for me to offer? What is left for me to say? I lay down at your feet. I know my struggles now will end.

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