somewhere in the attic of our collective conscience their is a
corner of our mind were we store our fears ,our tears,and broken dreams.. and we keep them alive instead of closing the door & putting a lock on it and giving the key to Jesus........
somewhere in time.... in the day
- Sept. 28, 2015, 4:22 p.m.
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