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The 'LOVE' on my foot is a thing of the past.

The 'Hope, Love, & Belief is current and will remain.

The 'Love' will be the biggest factor this day forward. I not only have on my foot but in my heart. It's on the interior and exterior.

People often say to hold your hands to a broken world. In this case she is left to hold her own hands to her own broken world. She thinks it is better than none. As she walk's with scars covering the epidermis and even some from the night before. She thinks about how much hope there really is or can be offered. She listens to the alive noises of beautiful everyday living; just as she can recall listening to a deep high pitched scream of her biological enemy the many hour's before now. People often say to hold your hands to a broken world. In this case she feel's as if she has been left to do so alone. Holding her own hand's to her own wound's to keep from bleeding is better relying on her peer's that consistently fail to show. She walk's with scar's scattered, covering her epidermis, with some honestly still swollen from the midnight that just passed us by. She set’s and thinks hard about how much hope can be offered. She listens closely to the alive noises of beautiful everyday living; just as she can think back to a deep high pitched scratching scream of her biological enemy the many months before now. People often say to hold your hands to the wounds of a broken world. In this case she has felt for too long that she had to do so herself. She now is aware that she has people there with both hands out to help but need's to put her's in also. Having other's hold their hands to her scars allow them to be stories of hope and healing. Holding her hand against them for self-respect allow her to accept the past but smile at the present and laugh at the future. Nobody has left her side in months. She walk's with stories written carefully across her skin waiting for the chance to tell them to the broken and now place her hand to their broken world. No more stories will be covering her epidermis anymore and haven't for month's. She set’s and thinks hard about how much hope has spilled out into her life, she can spill into other's heart's, and the hope just waiting to help people. She listens closely to the alive noises of the beautiful everyday living; just as she can think back to such present times of hearing I love you's and the voices of loved one's with nothing but positive word's to speak to her the month's, week's, day's, hour's, and minutes before now.