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May 2016
You were so drunk that night
You fell again and again,
no one there to help you carry that cross.
No one helped me carry mine.
I want to be your Simon,
I want to ease your pain,
share your burden.
But I am too weak still.
My back is still broken
from carrying my cross up that hill.

You are nothing like Jesus.
But right now you both know each other's pain
To the boy who fell into a fire and didn't even care anymore
Kacie
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Kacie  Atlanta
(Atlanta)   
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