Keep On

Humas are similar to tees. You see, we all grow to a certain height, we all sprout different personalities that reflect our beauty, ans we all have this protective bark that shelters our insides. This bark also guards our sap. Though, there comes a times when a great deceiver walks along to steal your sap. The deceiver grooms you, and when your trust is in the hands of the decever; then, it's true intentions are revealed. You have been robbed of your sap and bark. Leaving you to be. To be broken. Then, it comes back for more until you are left feeling worthless. The enemy has done you wrong and now you just are. You are destroyed. You are nothing. You are a stump. You want to be done, to just call it quits; but, God says no. He tells you to keep on. Just keep on. He tells you to stand strong through the hurrincane, and with His help you will heal from your blemishes. Just know that you are the tall tree standing after the storm. No, you have to keep on little tree. Just keep on.

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