prophesying to myself

I am going to prophesy to myself that I am raised up from the grave.

That i have a unique destiny.

That I am called and chosen.

That I am not forgotten.

That my name is tattooed on his hand.

*big sigh*  it feels right and good to get that out in the air, to get it said, to hear it said, to remember it, to recall it, to remember that I am more that what I believe I am.

It’s time to pick it back up and believe again.

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