my heart.

Write.  Whatever’s on my heart.  I’ve been given permission challenged to write it. Problem is, there’s so much on my heart, I don’t know where to begin.  First off, it hurts.  Secondly, it’s heavy. I have a heavy, hurting heart. Do I have permission to “go there?” I realize I’ve been hacking-up-a-lung-hurts-to-talk sick for over a week now, and it’s also {sorry boys who might…

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