There are plenty ways to die but only love can kill and keep you alive to feel it.
It was quiet as a feather falling as my heart broke, my walls where crumbling around me and the most painful thing was nobody else heard it but me . I was broke, lost the person i loved,
and watched my friends turn into foes. I felt defeated, but i was also going to trust the process. I would raise up, live, not only for me but for everyone i had cherished and lost. All I needed to do was keep moving and wrap myself around in a shroud of faith.
Elevation required separation. And having hit rock bottom there was no where else to go but the top.
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