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No Good In Me

Maybe I should shut myself in a dark room, no light, no color, so there is no distraction. Digging in, shovel by shovel, deep into self, into soul. Piercing my body with questions, tear my heart up with intolerable disappointments. What have I become? A monster, a person that I disgust. Like Paul said in the Bible, there is no good in me, but evil; and my flesh and blood give in to what’s easy, because being good is hard. Let me wander in no man’s land, until I can restraint my pride and my temper, until I am capable of wearing a white robe without getting stain on it. It is a personal exile, an exile to exhaust myself, the evil.

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