The Imperfection of My Humanity
If I am to be judged in compare to the tall wall of perfection then I shall surely be found short, clothed in rags and living within the dust scattered rubble of failure, for I in no manner seek nor find similar cause with perfection. Surely the treasures of my heart need lie elsewhere as I was born under the weighted cloak of humanity.
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