when you start doubting the one friend who insists - in the way you adore, but would never admit - that "you are beautiful"
?
A little of this maybe...
I am poured out like water,
and all my bones are out of joint;
my heart is like wax;
it is melted within my breast;
my mouth is dried up like a potsherd,
and my tongue sticks to my jaws;
you lay me in the dust of death.
-Psalms 22:14-15.
and then morning comes and you let the sunlight do
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outstanding.
ReplyDeletegreat psalm. i feel like i could have written it. i mean, if i could have written it, i could have.
you are indeed beautiful - Kind, Forgiving, Funny, Curious, and, obviously, you fine, girl! No ulterior motive or agenda here, just stating what, to us observers and satellites of your life (however distant), is obvious.
:)
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