waiting.
waiting.
waiting.
waiting for news.
Will I jump for joy?
or fall to my knees?
I can't breathe.
Its hard to think.
I can do this.
I have been chosen to do this.
Everything happens for a reason.
God wouldn't purposely break my heart.
I will stand tall and strong...
No matter how my knees shake...
and help you do the same.
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