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This creeping,
sinking, choking, lingering, clutching feeling of not being good enough. Can You feel it in me too? Is this what You crucified When you shed your blood for me? This is where grace meets the darkness, afraid of seeing the light. This is where You meet me, my hopeful glimmer of white.
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