sometimes when i look into the mirror of who i am, what im made up of, me, i dont want to see who i should be, i dont want to see what i should want to see, i just want to see. i want to look and know that what i see is a true, one-hundred percent accurate reflection of myself, and in all reality i know i may not want to see that, and that i will find the same downtrodden, the same sinfilled, the same hopelessly idle image, and coexisting, the perfect sinless savior, the only hope-hope for escape, hope for embrace of this lesser...rather, lacking half which fights and turns and forgets. im coming, running, to writing in the unfamiliar and disturbing comments of "is that what you see in your reflection?" Lord, i dont know if its right or not to pursue this flicker of thought, yet there must be an eternal Truth in wanting to clearly observe "me" and find the beautiful paradox of Your residence withstanding.

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