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I’m no saint

I’m no angel

But admitting this is what makes me different

Different from those who claim they are

Who pretend to be

Who show the world they are

A saint

An angel

A God? Never

A title not worthy to be bestowed upon a mortal

Not one who can be so pure

So untouched by corruption

What makes people say they can be different by a single act of kindness?

Yes, there are people who deserve to be given so much more than they have because they give everything they have

Everything they are

Those are the people who lose everything and still believe

Still hope for the better





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