travelinma
Sunday, August 3, 2014
The Broken
How can I not love the broken?
(One that always needs fixing.)
My weary soul yearns
For
Whole,
Healthy,
Happy.
Slowly
I
Realize,
Some things
Can
Never be
Fixed.
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