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Bring it on. Afraid to turn, but I did, and met no maker at all. Only instead, reflections of a rippled self. I may at last see myself as good. In a neutral pond unbiased and real, depicting only what is true. A distortion my hand has forced. I have created the wake. I may at last see myself as good. Paint a fake scenario. This life has been a breach of contract faith. I kid myself. Moving through self-degradation. I turn to you for appreciation. So help me to help myself. So help me to love myself. |