You are precious.
You are priceless, but God's paid for you life anyway.
He's got you covered.
The pain you bear overwhelms ME.
How on earth might I bear it for many others?
I'm drained and consumed by thoughts of YOUR past...
not in such a way that you are an invaluable someone who has done many wrongs, but all the times rather that you have been robbed and used. I think about the scars you bear and the mindset that has been warped.
I think of these things and the viscious, noxious lies that were fed to you all the while... the lies you're fed today.
It crushes me.
You're still ever precious.
You're still priceless.
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