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  1. This reminds me of a poem I wrote called “Nearsighted Perfection.” With my glasses off I see perfection, a pretty smile, spotless skin, perfect teeth, I LOOK happy, because I can’t see the imperfections and I can’t SEE the pain. I readily accept the “Nearsighted Perfections.” It’s kinda hard to explain. Once I put my glasses back on, I could no longer look in the mirror…my “FAULTS” were in plain view!

    What you’ve said is deep but true. We can easily accept others, love others, but hate ourselves. I’m a pro at it!

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