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How many question marks can fit into one's mind?
More than the number of neurons it contains?
As many as the cell it houses?
Hurt.
That was how I felt after she greeted me.
Was it a greeting? A reprimand? An order?
Passing judgement? Announcing a verdict?
I am hurt. Because the person matters to me.
I give importance and value to what the person has to say about me.
I just want to believe You know me better, Lord.
And yes, I am better.
Lord, lead me always to pray...to confide in you whenever I am besieged with emotions like these.
Whenever negativities swarm like a typhoon engulfing a whole city...
And teach me to be careful, too, with the words that I speak...
So I may not commit the same unintentional act
Of hurting the people I love.
Bless my heart that I may speak of words of love...
Amen.
