I'm not much of a visual artist, but this what I see in the mirror at my worst. It's a long way from the kid in the cub scout uniform, isn't it? Sometime, I'll stop looking for me in the mirror; it brings only more confusion and more pain.
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If Jacob is renamed Israel for Struggles with God, perhaps I should only be whispered for struggles with words.
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