Raw by Madalyn Beck
Writings

Raw

My heart is raw. Tears have escaped on and off for days. How is hate so powerful that even those who witness the atrocities react with such violence toward their surroundings? I look around for examples of love and find few and far between. My heart is wounded, my soul is weak, and I pray God comes sooner rather than later because I don’t know if I can live a lifetime of watching us destroy each other.

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