DOUBLE EDGED SWORD:
Life is like a sword. Double edged. Every choice is a sword. We live by them. We die by them. Sometimes we hold on to them to tightly, then wonder why we hurt so badly. Swords are like mirrors, depending on which side you stand on, is what you see. Depending on how far or close you hold it, is what you will be. The sword is protecting you, the sword is killing you. Some swords we love to much. The hardest swords to let go, usually are the ones that will save our life. Things get heavy, it’s the swords we are carrying.
Love isn’t free, it’s a sword indeed. Double edged. Depending on what side you’re on, it what side you will see. It’s like a mirror. Reflecting back all your choices, you’ll see.
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ME💗Kallie Venturini
🦋No weapon that is formed against ME shall prosper; and every tongue that shall rise against ME in judgment the Lord shalt condemn. This is the heritage of the Angels of the Lord, and their righteousness is of the Lord.❤️
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Liked it very much. Nice.