Murali Goud
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maybe youre my snowflake and when your eyes shift from green to gray in the winter i'll hold you in a cold place. you should never cut your hair cause i love the way you flick it of your shoulder.

maybe youre my snowflake and when your eyes shift from green to gray in the winter i'll hold you in a cold place. you should never cut your hair cause i love the way you flick it of your shoulder.

I almost wish we could/ would carry a string to be reminded hope is within our grasp, regardless of the depth of despair. Our great gift to one another is, after all, to be approachable. To be there when needed is the lifeline. We simply cannot go on without the God spirit present in another person. A thread of hope is indeed very powerful. I wish all who need it can be rescued by a caring soul; it is the single most important offering to one immersed in abandonment.

I almost wish we could/ would carry a string to be reminded hope is within our grasp, regardless of the depth of despair. Our great gift to one another is, after all, to be approachable. To be there when needed is the lifeline. We simply cannot go on without the God spirit present in another person. A thread of hope is indeed very powerful. I wish all who need it can be rescued by a caring soul; it is the single most important offering to one immersed in abandonment.