If I could write like EMILY DICKINSON, I'd be dead: The Believer

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Sunday, December 9, 2007

The Believer

When they told me something was wrong with my baby, I sat there stunned, unable to cry. I prayed, “Dear God, no. I beg of you, don’t take this girl from me.” When they told me she wouldn’t live, I shut them out, unable to think. I prayed, “God, I’m begging you, give her strength, let her live.” When... Sign in to see full entry.

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