My heart is like a tightly wound piece of string or wire in my chest that's been twisted to the point of strangulation and every so often I can feel it untwisting a little and it's alright for a while before it inevitably goes too much the other way and gets twisted again
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ReplyDelete1 John 1:9 p.r.n.