Blessed is the widow who in her poorness gave all that she could.
Why in my blessedness, can't i do the same for hangin? I love him and yet there is always that thought of me being loved only for what i have. It is said that best to trust your instincts and my guts just say not to trust him.
Do I not love him enough to trust him? Maybe and maybe not.
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