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the small fragments of the fragile areas in life humble me to realize how little prayers for little miracles help me to maintain some fraction of my sanity the loneliness lurking in the gloomy corners of what shapes my anxieties are only partly cloudy moments and in these shouts for freedom from the cavities in my heart always growing consuming more each second breaking down the trust I find a woman standing firm raising her hands as a shield believing that there is hope all the clouds all the darkness in her fragile heart will dissolve and her hopes and prayers for miracles though broken in some places will not be crushed