A break in the void, a rise in the fire, a drop in the motion, a new feeling up raising through the void of my mind. What is to come? The fresh breeze floats through the air as the sun breaks through the clouds.
I choose to feel my weaknesses and my failures and unbox them in front of the mirror. I stare at myself, but who is it really that stares back at me? Is it the person everyone expects me to be or the person I know God wants me to be?
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