Today, in my nation, we go to the polls, to elect our Members of Parliament. For weeks, they have been canvassing for our approval. And in this, they truly are our representatives. A people desperate for approval; deep down, not really believing we are worthy of the approval, denied us in our formative years, we so crave; vaunting ourselves to triumph over disaster, daring it to confirm our self-loathing.
And over all our babel sounds, God sings, you are enough.
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