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Nov 2018
Wish I never, fell from grace.
My once pure soul,
Is slowly rising above hate,
I've been fed nothing but scrapes,
And I'm still living on that same empty plate.
Clouds turned grey, ever since that day...

I guess that was the beginning
of learning how to walk by faith.

©MH
My personal journey.
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Manuel Hutchinson
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Manuel Hutchinson  22/M/Pompano beach FL
(22/M/Pompano beach FL)   
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