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Back Up From the Bottom

I am nothing I can no longer think that There are people who care A person must accept they are alone I refuse to believe that I am loved I was born imperfect It does not matter to me that I will die with hate in my heart It is impossible for me to conceive that There is a loving, saving God The only thing I know to be undeniable is that Life has taken away every good thing And it is no longer true that God is there for me I'm not sure of much, but I am sure that I was born broken, with nothing to believe in Then I met Jesus, and he built me back up from the bottom
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Apr 2, 2013
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