Come ye weary, heavy laden,
lost and ruined by the fall;
if you tarry till you 're better,
you will never come at all.
I will arise and go to Jesus;
he will embrace me with his arms.
In the arms of my dear Savior,
O there are ten thousand charms.
i've recovered and picked myself up. but i still dont know how to go back to school this week and face the different people whom i've hurt. This week's gonna be tough. Complicated friendships have never been my forte, but now, i've just made things worse for myself, and others. sigh.
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