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Jun 2016
There after me!
It calls at night
What's after me?
I'm scared of light
Cause I done this in the dark
Some how when I'm living can you help me threw what I fight..
What I started
What I might
Bad habits coming to the light
My habits walking threw the night
I love my life but I can't stand my rights
I wanna go home I wanna go back
Back to where our mind was in the Garden before we sat and ate of what good and evil pre- lapse.
I have nothing to gain
I have nothing left
If I was born without hands ..amen I'll will praise you on my knees.
But I lift up my hands and say..
He's after me myself save me from my help all I need is you and what you are to me you'reΒ Β holy in all your ways what am I in your place ? No Kanye I'm not a God I need one not just anyone you the Holy one I believe..
I believe!
I'm just tired of me
Mr Xelle
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Mr Xelle  29/M/United States
(29/M/United States)   
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