back to talking myself out of it.
don’t deserve the air that He lets me breathe.
belong in a fire, may be the only thing that could clean me from this state.
.release pressure.
waiting to exhale
back to talking myself out of it.
don’t deserve the air that He lets me breathe.
belong in a fire, may be the only thing that could clean me from this state.
I ♥ your posts. Even though I don’t know what is going on, I know those feelings you have very well. Sister, hang in there. Ma salaama ♥