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“But the LORD says, “I will now rise up, because the poor are being hurt. Because of the moans of the helpless, I will give them the help they want.”” Psalms 12:5
please my dear don't hurt yourself. god has given me a burden for you and even though I don't know your name or where you live and heck I'm probably creeping you out by caring so much but please I want to see you prevail. I know it looks endless. I know the exhaustion you feel isn't cured by sleep. but please be strong there are great things in this world for you little one.