When I write I don't like to bleed on paper, but sometimes my heart spills out, then overflows. And it catches me by surprise because I always forget my heart can bleed. Still, the paper doesn't mind, even when the words start to smear. And I ask my heart why it can't just ache instead.
"Each heart knows its own bitterness, and no one else can fully share its joy."
-Proverbs 14:10
3 weeks ago
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