It pierces my heart like an arrow 2 d bull's eye.
Pains... All i feel.
Life i tot was a bed of roses but mine an array of thistles.
Walking through life's shrubs to faith's fate, pricked and pained 2 much 2 bear.
D pangs 2 much 2 bear, agony unspeakable, hardship unbearable.
Endurance near impossible.
Why do roses have thorns?
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