And as he goes on and on about Islam I can see in his eyes and hear in his voice that his heart is bursting with love. I begin to wonder was he placed here for me. A lesson on how to live my life. If I can learn from him what I should’ve picked up as a child I’ll owe him a debt I can never pay back. But that’s life for you.
And I need all the reasons I can find not to hate myself. But it’s hard. Even the idea makes me shiver. Because I see loving myself like looking down on others. Riding around on a high horse. And I never want to think I’m better then the people I see on the street. The ones who have it rough. The ones who don’t fit in. The ones I see my own face in.
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