Abba father
Abba Father, for what it’s worth, heal the little girl in me. She still cries inside, she still hides her face, her pain sits heavy on my chest. I see her when I look in the mirror, I feel her when I cannot breathe. Her broken heart lives in my body, her silence screams through me. Abba Father, I am tired of carrying her wounds. Please take her hand, please make her whole, so I can finally be free
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