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Jul 2019
Young one, why do you weep?
Yes, you, the lonely Black sheep?
Aren't you mine?
Then find your way home.
Rather than weep here all alone.

I know what hurts your heart.
I can see what tears you apart.
You must be patient, then I will help you.
Despite what you've done and been through.

Stop saying, "I don't want to live."
Stop saying, "God doesn't want to give."
Though you sin against me, I love you to death.
I am preparing a blessing that will take away your breath.

Follow me back home.
Let us talk like we did before.
Do not weep, but have hope!
You are my child, you will soar!
If  no one notices your illness, I will first. I love you little sheep, no matter what.
The one who reads, keep going.
Madison Kennedy
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Madison Kennedy  23/F
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