The sight of being blind

Sat, 07/23/2016 - 16:02 -- PaShua

I don't know why bad things happen to good people. I don't know why God gave me sight for the things I can't see. I do know that the struggle is real. Trying to make it past all you have ever known. Not know what story to tell. The one they taught u like the time y'all went out to eat and they told me I was 3 when he was 9 just to eat free. I forgot my story . Given over to cover ups and sad lives .i can see but I'm better off blind . That's the truth. 

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