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I'm sorry. I'm sorry I'm not perfect. I try, I really do...sometimes. It's not just because I don't think I can, it's just somehow impossible. I'm sarcastic. I tease *just* to get a reaction out of you. I love needling little comments that jab at your heart. I'm a heart-jabber.
I yell. I enjoy the rush of adrenaline that comes with a yelling match. I'm triumphant when I brilliantly come up with, on the spot, a string of insulting words that will leave you sputtering. I'm judgmental. This is probably my worst fault. It really needs no introduction. I judge you, what you do and how you do it. I bet that girl over there is perfect. Isn't that what the world tells us? To be perfect? An impossible standard for sure. I could go on and on and on. I am a SINNER. But I am honest with myself about my shortcomings. And I am saved by the Body and Blood of Our Lord Jesus Christ. So I'd get off your high horse and come grovel with me on the ground, because guess what? YOU'RE a sinner too.
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