I wanted to live a little longer.
I wanted to pray a little harder.
If only I were a little stronger.
I might have inflamed my ardor.
I’m dying a little more every day.
This is the lasting, final chapter
I have many words to say.
Silence is no longer my captor.
If only I were a little stronger.
I could have lived a little longer.
Good read. Thank you for your words.
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