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look at me


Look at me. What do you see? Don't be hateful or worse--turn your eyes away. If you're lost for words, allow me to introduce myself.

I'm a phoenix breaking from the burning embers, rising with the ash. The boundless distances I've traveled were wrought with lessons, many ignored, luckily not all. There were times I was brave when I stayed; cowardly when I left. I've dealt out abuse, lies, excuses and overdrew on second, third, fourth chances. I forgave myself when no else did. Still, I stand in grace with love in my heart and an outstretched hand.

Look at me. Who do you see?



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