Your heartbeat. It beats, within me.
I'm not anything great, worthy, or righteous. And because of that, it seems like a lie when I say I love you. But when I say it, I mean it. This imperfect, flawed and wasted heart, loves you in its crappy but earnest way. I love you Lord. And I will not content with anything less. Nah uh.
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