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Feb 2017
People don't seem to understand.
It's really something I don't have in my hand.
It's not a matter of I don't want to,
I don't feel like it or Im not in the mood.
I really have days when physically I can't move.

Try they say, show up.
Make it work and grow up.
I don't get to choose what's for today
It's the moment I wake up that I can say,
God thank you for another day.

It's a trigger, you accusing me
Of not doing my best, giving the best of me
Saying I exaggerate and am lazy
Even more when you show it daily
Im happy I know Jehovah
He is my stronghold every time I fall
Samantha
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Samantha  23/F
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