You can even find me beautiful on the outside. Sometimes I think too. But inside I am a tomb. I feel a "whited sepulcher." The wound is so big and so deep that no remedy resolves. Nothing heals.
I feel like at a party in which occurred some serious grief that lost its meaning and grace. If I remain here is because of the Host of the party, our Lord whom I love so dearly and have always loved and also because of the other guests who are important to me.
I know it can get worse ... Must get worse. But what happened was so fatal that I am already mortally wounded. I do everything, try my best but nothing makes me see the glow of before.
Glad are those who have never had experienced that and pray to God that no one else has. The party ends really ends. And no one can find out what I feel inside. Only the Owner of the party, which should not like to see me like that, nor my beautiful son who is with Him. So I keep trying...
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