Change is coming....

Inspiration cannot be taken, for it can only be given. She has been blessed with such inspiration tonight. There are so many friends that have stayed by her, yet she only sees loneliness. But, now she sees what must be done. A lifetime of heartache and struggle has led her to this place. But just as a gun is more powerful after receiving a bullet, so is the mind once it’s filled with ammunition.  Now is the time. Here is the opportunity to spill the experiences out onto the floor. Not with violence…but with words.

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