All the people in all the different places I love and want to love and all the ways I am not big enough to love them all. I’m sad. 

All the loves and all the joy I have not taken captive and placed in my heart and kept there. It makes me tired thinking about how much I have not changed. When will the world get better and when will it start with my heart? 

I cannot love other people well enough and I cannot love what ought to be loved enough. Who knows what the story is anymore, but Lord to you I turn.

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