April 22, 2011
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Sometimes I take off my glasses and look at myself in the mirror.
My flaws become invisible like stars in daylight.
Is it supposed to be that way?
Maybe God make my eyes weak so my imperfections would look perfect, or so my imperfections would not matter?
I like it that way.
I laugh, step on my glasses, and think: I can still see my smile.

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