The Growing Soul

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Waiting is such a tiring game. Standing in line, anticipating the next move even though you know the outcome. Yet you wait. You wait not knowing exactly why you are waiting. But still... still... you know the outcome and still you wait. 

She was beautiful. 

Somehow, all the anger I had towards her dissipated and she was the woman I loved before that day. 

I watched her lay there.  Lay there suffering. She was hanging on to something for some reason and I found myself becoming angry at that. 

Angry until I slept.
When I wake, I'm angry again that she is still suffering and still choosing to hang on.