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I came face to face with God His breath stunk with alcohol He just kept staring at his hands And apologizing. Volcanoes erupted Every time he cleared his throat. I didn't ask Why I just stared. He never met my eye And that's when I knew There are mountains Even He can't move.

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rebecca-suzanne

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Jan 1, 2015

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Notes: Happy 2O15, let's get wild.
Tags: #pain #god #alcohol #me #ed #recovery

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