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I don't know why It happens. Stress Being overwhelmed Tired Drained I put myself in gods hands Why I believe He will provide Will he? Why The roof is falling over my head Will I even have a roof Will I survive this My partners hands holding me I want to break free From myself Why I need to protect myself from From who Myself Me Myself And I. Help me Why I believe
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