A response to you making my life unhealthy.
A quick reaction to show my displeasure.
An almost violent reaction to a loss.
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I wouldn't let you come back, not unless you were brand new.
I wouldn't grow to try to squeeze back into bare minimum.
I will admit that I've been cold, a harsh conversion that's only hopeful for no repeats.
Always creating scenarios to feel alive, hopeful. Always holding too tightly because what is life and love with no logic, control. Freely letting guards fall to not know each other later. Finally rele
I lost control [!] then I lost control [...] I let it go a few times. I ran from it a few times. I tried to pick it up again too, but I just couldn't carry it anymore. I kept it movin. I had absolute
Do you know the value of witnessing? Can you give me the same heart to love and lead? Mercy, Mercy, Mary Mercy, Mercy, Magdalene Will you make me a saint?