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Day 545

“Maybe I’m hiding behind metaphor. Maybe my heart needs to break to be sure. But I fall in love with a ghost. I lost my balance when I needed it most.” Am I creative? Am I truly artistic? Do I speak words in forms recognized? I feel like a woman in search of her word. … Continue reading Day 545

Day 541

“God of salvation. You chase down my heart through all of my failure and pride. And as you speak, A hundred billion failures disappear. You lost your life so I could find it here. If you left the grave behind you, So will I. If you gladly chose surrender, So will I. If you gave … Continue reading Day 541

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