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Reflection


To whom it May concern, 

          I know

          You look in the mirror 

          You look at yourself 

          You say you’re “such a mess” 

          But, you’re not, oh my Child

          I’m the one whose holding You

          You’re the one whose pulling through

          So lift up your head 

         And open your soul

         For I am the one

        Whose truly in control  

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