When I finally looked inside myself, I found what I already knew was there. Each day when I felt the pang of regret. When I hid from the thoughts of failure. As Your voice spoke to me and I didn’t care. I knew what was inside of me. I just didn’t want it. I didn’t want to accept it. I despised it.

I was dead.

I am the desert. I am the arid and forgotten place that no one wants. That consumes all who enter. I am dust.

And still You loved me.

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