I feel like that fallen egg. It is ugly, broken and a nuisance. My last post was filled with so much hope and strength, but I've been running thin lately.I know you can't repair a broken egg. The best you can do is scrape it off the floor and put it in the pan. (I wouldn't advise you to do that.) I know that I can be repaired, but I'm waiting...and I'm sick of it. I'm sick of feeling like a cracked egg. Nothing like an ugly nuisance.
Wow, this is an emo post. I don't have enough hair to be emo. My prayer is Psalm 147:3

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