When She was Alone
Her eyes was weary from the tears she shed earlier. Her lips was dry from many words she utters but no one could understood. Her knees already has scratches and darkened for she always find herself on her knees. She was totally different person when she was alone. She was not a singer nor she has this good voice. But she always sang at the top her lungs of that praise that she always has in her playlist; even her neighbors who heard it already goes with the hymn.
As soon as she put her earphones on, her atmosphere changed. HER WEAPON WAS HER PRAYERS. HER VICTORY WAS IN HER PRAISE. After a long battle, she looked up and thought to herself when is the right time to go HOME.
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