Friday, January 4, 2013

a late night thought

In one fleeting moment all that pain comes rushing back in a stream of tears, and I choose to mask the pain rather than embrace its ability to humble me. Because in the end we just want forgiveness for our imperfections that can never be granted by anyone but yourself.

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