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sunday.
what a weird day it is. always is, sunday.

'right, here we go:




not for comfort,
but for safety.

and not acceptance,
but growth.

for as long as i am growing,
and as long as i don't break, i can hope,
one day,
to earn my comfort and acceptance.

for i believe that i am weak, and not worthy,
and not for lack of self-esteem,
but for confidence in how much stronger and worthy i could be.

so raise me up,
so i can raise You up.


by the Sacrifice that has been made,

i ask,
i pray,
i trust.