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Tears flowing silent,the rage growing violent.

Thoughts flowing heavy in my brain.

They cloud my mind like a tornado's rain. Should I stay?

Should I go? 

This pain boils from head to toe.

My mind says leave, but my heart through shattered remains says stay.

What am I to do, what am I to say?

Follow your heart they say.

Trust your mind they suggest.

But how do react when your heart's ripped from your chest??

You sit there gazing as your heart fades away.

You think to yourself "what to do, what to say".

The pains becomes too much for you to handle, you come to the point where you melt like a candle.

Why was I born? or even created? you ask yourself.

all the answers faded. 

Pieces of your heart pierce your soul like nails pierce Christ who was crucified so cold,

Only difference is Christ rose again, while you suffer from the pain so wrapped up in sin.

This too shall change only if you change it,

There's no way around it, but you can rearrange it. 

Just surrender yourself to Christ the almighty and it's only then will he hold you so tightly.