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Unless the Heart

. Unless it gives away to others a part of itself, quite strangely, the heart can never hope to be whole. Unless, like a lake, it generously drains itself unto thirsty streams, the heart will stagnate and stink. Unless it bares its vilest sins in a humble plea for forgiveness, the heart will be a stranger unto itself! .

Copyright © | Year Posted 2011




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