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Jul 2016
Fix me Jesus
Fix my body

I prayed and prayed
And cried and cried

Can't you do anything?
Don't you care?

I'm tired
Of this dull
Depression

3am equals 3 pm

All I ever did
Was be a good person

And I have to suffer
Like this?

Do something!

You don't do anything

Christians are tired
Tired of waiting
For your return

We will not wait
Another 100 years

I demand that you fix my body
I demand that you judge the wicked

These are my demands!

I'm not going to bother
Praying much anymore
If you won't even
Help fix my body
Matt
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Matt  34/M/Los Angeles
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