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May 2018
God with me, No fear.
Blurry or with path clear,
bad day or good year, No fear.
Suffocating phone calls in the middle of the night saying another has lost the fight, No fear.
While losing saying I’ll win some.
Father passes & is the only source of income,
No fear.
With a heart that’s brittle surrounded by an overwhelming amount of artificial,
No fear.
Failing or three promotions in a year, either way the Devil stays in your ear.
No fear.
It might not work out now, that means work Harder.
Every new day know there’s no sun without a father.
No fear. More prayer. Everyday.
The only thing I fear is losing faith.
Written by
Pluck
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