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There are days when the morning seems to drag and the clouds weep and I can’t find my prayer to let God heal my longing. There are mornings when I praise the grace of God I am no longer inside the torrent of your wind at peace with the solitude. There are days when I wonder why you didn’t give me the chance to amend like my parents and grandparents fought for years for each other. There are days and things I’ve thrown way to forget you and didn’t think twice about it. There are days when the difficulty is remembering amidst the laughter of joy and the contentment of humanity. There are days when I think this was for a reason and I will come out better in the end. There are days when the food seems to walk away from my fury and I rue the day I ever met you. There are days when I feel the strongest at my weakest, thanking God for all his strength. There are no more days that ask if you truly loved me why didn’t you stay…it’s a painful answer. There are just…days.