God Give Me Strength
She sat int he chapel, praying silently for strength. This was the first time she had been in the old church since her childhood. She had come for funerals, and weddings. Lives, deaths. She thought it was funny, life after death, after life, after death.
She stood, bracing herself for what was to come. She knew it would hurt- not just him, but her as well. But it had to be done. "God give me strength."
Poet: Enya
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