February 03, 2016 - 23:28

i matter to nobody who isn't related to me.
i am not the first person anyone turns to.
i am valued for what i can give, not who i am.
nobody loves me.
and i am alone.

God is with me. and that should be enough.

I wonder if that familiar pain is dulled now. the landscape of misery, once so stark, vivid and angry, is muted now. is it because i haven't fallen deep enough? or is it because God is holding me up?

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