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Current mood:  pensive Category: Blogging
what is my heart worth?
my Savior died to save it.
does it look like something worth dying for?
i drop it.
give pieces of it away to those who don't deserve it.
drag it through the mud.
it's like a wild horse that has been running free far too long.
bramble in the mane.
mud caking its beautiful coat and hiding deep scars.
could he see past the dirt and bramble?
and what if he does?
can he catch it?
tame it?
hold it steady?
calm it during the storms?
trust it to carry him safely to his destination?
its my heart.
7:11 AM
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