As I pen these things. It might literally be all I have. Ink on paper. Does any of this matter? Then I’m reminded of what I’ve seen. The places I love and the people I’ve been. Only Love could have brought me to this place. Holding in me a joyful heart while spit covers my face. I’ve come to forgive those who’ve wronged me. Knowing that they’ve helped make me into exactly who You intended me to be. I’m trying my best to be a better man. Despite all my fears, I really am. I write these things to remind myself. That amidst this darkness, there still remains Light, Hope, and a perfect plan. - Being as an Ocean, Dear G-d
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