What do I see in myself? Looking into the mirror, I see a face. A face with pores, features, and glimmer from the eyes that portray a young girl who's experienced a lot of things in life. The weight of the world just pushes on my shoulder. Balancing this blue/green planet.
NOOO! It's pushed me down. On my knees with my head down. I look up, and see light.
The world's evils, depressions, stress, and conflicts have brought me down on my knees. I bring my hands together, look up, and have noticed a most particular thing.
I have brought upon myself the world on my shoulders, but have pushed myself to the perfect position to pray.
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