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Heavenly father as I wake to this new day you have made; I thank You and your Son for the price that was paid. I know at times it may feel like I've hidden through my dismay,
He’s got long, gray, gnarly fingers like the branches of a dying tree,
I am sitting here with a needle in my hand, the contents in it...
i am not afraid of sociopaths, i grind them hard, are a pest under my feet, smashed to smithereens, forcefully and dilligently, who are to think you could stop me? i have won over streets soldiers,
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