"Each day I tend to believe my many layers fall off. Like the night grows old, and another day is born, I feel like each day the strength of my stem is tested, but my roots in His soil keeps me. Each day, I feel more potent with my pen, fragrant in the weed, hoping I'm an inspiration, than just a lifeless feeling, that wants more than my life, but my soul. Each day I tend to believe that regardless of my struggles to reach the sun, won't stray me from my only purpose, to please the Creator, that found it in his wisdom to plant me, nurture me, and take care of me. How I wait for another day, to trust that I shed from what is damaged into the apple of his eye. That's it."
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