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Dec 2015
There's so much evil surrounding me.
I pray the angels follow me.
This life can get so cold.
The only thing I have is my dreams that I hold.
This is my story.
This is my story,
And Ima tell it,
So you gon watch it as unfolds.
My lows can be low I swear to God I just feel like letting it go.
I try to stay strong and let the Lord carry me.
The rest of this story is unknown.
I pray to God they don't bury me.
Poetictunes
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Poetictunes  20/F/New York
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