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I have cracks.<\/p>\n
That is what qualifies me.<\/p>\n
I am flawed.<\/p>\n
That is why I am well able.<\/p>\n
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It is the clefts, the nooks, and crannies in my soul that embellish me.<\/p>\n
My gnarls and brokenness make a beautiful lampstand.<\/p>\n
The light of hope and resilience, gracefully seep out of the crevices.<\/p>\n
My world brightens up.\u00a0<\/p>\n
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I finally realize that I am lovely.<\/p>\n
The dark clouds of self loath that floated on high o’er the hills and vales of my soul are no more.<\/p>\n
I stand tall, scars and all.<\/p>\n
The bitter and the sweet of my life have moulded me into a vase of exquisite artistry.<\/p>\n
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\u00a0 I have cracks. That is what qualifies me. I am flawed. That is why I am well able. \u00a0 It is the clefts, the nooks, and crannies in my soul that embellish me. My gnarls and brokenness make a beautiful lampstand. The light of hope and resilience, gracefully seep out of the crevices. My … <\/p>\n