This is just your imagination
Thursday, January 3, 2013
What I know about faith
Close your eyes, I'll write something on your hand. Do not see until you go home.
I saw you
at your
lowest point;
you're miserable,
wallowing worst,
pitiful and dirty,
sorrowful and shamed.
and I
still
love(d)
you.
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