πSunday, February 18, 2024π
this is my mind visual right now:
at a job, i’m a social security number.
at a church, i’m a tithe and offering.
in|to this world, i don’t know yet.
__in my β₯οΈelement, i’m safe, cared for, fulfilled, and loved.
no human can convince me otherwise.
torn between long-suffering and the promise
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