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Sep 2019
You've done so much to fix my life,
Lord, let me count some ways.
I've not the need for **** indeed
I won't smoke for all my days!
My bank account is full
And so shall it be to-morrow
My heart, now full of song and love
No longer full of sorrow!

You helped me love myself again
By letting me be me
I cannot thank you enough, my joy
Because of you, I'm free!
Because of me too, but I would've stayed in my self-abusing cycle if you hadn't arrived in my life
Bede
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Bede  20/Agender/The Valley, Franklin
(20/Agender/The Valley, Franklin)   
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