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Jan 2016
I talk to him.
I speak to him about various things.
He listens.

Like him upon the mountain in his moment of solitude.
I get tempted.
He listens.

I pray to him.
About various events.
He listens.

I make the simple request of him to not appears selfish.
To save us from wars seen and unseen.
He listens.

When friends, family doesn't want to be bother.

Jesus, he listens.

Spill it.
Tell it.
He listens.
jeffrey conyers
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jeffrey conyers  united states
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