Short Stories

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Through my eyes the world is empty, cruel & un-loving. It cares only about itself & wants nothing of you. No matter how good or special you are... the world does not care. Drowning in my own bed of tears I raise my hand in one last attempt at freedom, at peace... I feel my arm slowly come back down. "Is their no-one who can save me?" I ask myself sollowing my pride. In the distance I see a light, in the darkness of my heart I feel a fire... I feel a hand grab mine. I hear a voice... what he said still echos in my mind, "I love you, Kyle!" Tears flow from my eyes, but this time the tears are different. They are warm instead of cold and hard, they are tears of joy... finally I have found my peace, my comfort, my everlasting joy. "I give myself to you my king, my friend... my Savior!"

Do you remember what it felt like? When you were rescued from drowning?

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