I wish a broken heart would kill...
Like a third of the stars thrown out of the heavens; crushing your life's worth.
For what?
Some extravagant delusion?
Or, rather, being gifted...in the ability to notice everything and anything about another being that would bring you to your knees and lay down your life.
The ability to love instantly and absolutely is a gift.
May it not be in vain, by the blood of His cross.
Blessed, Good Friday. Shalom, cry.
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