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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