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Me I am not the me I see in me. Looking inward always striving, always critiquing harshly my short comings, my faults, my every action and reactions. Seeing a heart full of scares and the never ending addition of new cracks. Striving to be the me I see inside me, wondering how such a broken me could ever be the me I see inside me. The constant bombardment of the feelings of others, putting me aside to help as best I can. I am here to serve, and help to heal. Do I do this only from the heart and soul or do I do this as a distraction to help me forget, for a little while, that I am not the me I see in me.

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