Weak little heart.

Afraid. Anxious. Intimidated.

Confused. Frustrated. Worried.

She got this feeling that the same thing is going to happen again.

She knows shit happens.

But can this same old thing turn out to be good for once?

She's tired. Her heart aches.

All she can do now is to hope for the best.

Lord, she needs You and You alone.

She is me.

I am her.