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12:29 a.m. - Monday, Nov. 08, 2004 Take me to the end of myself and let me find who I really am. Strip me of piety and self-righteousness. I'm sick of it, and I need you to show me my truest being. Let me not think so highly of myself that I can't openly and honestly deal with my sin. Break my ego into shards, and let me know the freedom of open confession. Crush me. I think so highly of myself, but what am I without you? At best, I'm a drunken moralist. At worst, I'm a pharisaic tee-totaller. Take me beyond myself. Let me see you. Show me that my life is bigger than me.
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