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#NOFILTER


Just little old me.

I stand here before you,

but there isn't much to see.

 

I stand, blinded by your magesty.

Your glory and your beauty

overwhelm me.

 

And I am nothing.

 

I hide in the black.

I put up filters and walls

hoping you won't see my acts,

hoping you won't reveal my faults.

 

But now I am bare

and nothing remains hidden.

 

But, by your saving grace,

I am forgiven.

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Emily Shirah

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