It is like knowing the day you are going to die,

or walking into a black forest.

Sometimes your heart just hurts so much you can almost hear it scream.

It is impassioned grief, sadness, and pulsing anger

all churning around together.

You cry out, and POUND the walls

and BANG on the windows of heaven,

hoping someone who can take the pain away will hear.

In the end you fall asleep somewhere,

your eyes creased and scarred by tears...

[God hears]

Your friend,

Wayne

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