...I was listening to you God.
I had been speaking so much I couldn't hear you...
And in that moment where I breathed in, you spoke.
You held my heart in your hands and you said to me,
"This is mine...
THIS... is mine...
...It needs a little work,
It seems broken here and there, and some parts are twisted,
but nothing that I can't fix...
...and once it's fixed, it will be beautiful.
You are mine. You are my son. And I love you."
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