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Tape


It seems to be that all the tape has run out, I can't find anymore.

 

Now I can't go and heal the cracks all around, so I sit and wait for the pieces to fall.

One by one, and soon will them all.

I watch what I tried so desperately to fix, break so easily.

As I sit there with no more hope risiding in me, I can't help but let anger fill me up vigorously.

 

My thoughts spread out of control.

 

Thinking why would he do something so harshly to a family in need?

A family lost and can't find refuge on this planet, only to be surrounded by hate, suffrage and greed.

I spotted a piece right before it fell, a happy memory that would be lost forever.

I ran to it before it surrendered more, grabbing it and trying to keeping it together.

Suddenly a man who I've never seen before, planted down a piece of tape to keep it from falling.

He motioned to the new rack of tape, and seeing this made me start crying.

 

He hugged me and patted my back, I knew he came to help me and my family.

 

He is now helping me put tape on all the damage that had been left out to decay.

While I am trying to regain back my hope of a new day.

I know that my family will be safe and handled with care.

From this we all have learned something that's very clear.

Even though you have had your doubts that were unstoppable,

 

Once you're with God; everything and anything is possible.

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