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Feb 2020
I wanna make a name for myself
But this tower is not to be built
And I did not address You
So You made us a messy tooth
But God defies His own odds
Because right after he made a promise
And after hundreds of years
He proved himself honest and clear

So don’t tell me quite now
I’m okay with that rouse now
Because I found out the voucher
A discount on our amount
That prevents us from feeling
A reinvented sort of seedlings
A halfway sort of meeting
Between everything and nothing
Varying on if I feel something
The name we have for ourself is the Name of the Lord, whose wisdom surpasses all understanding, and whose peace is greater than anything we can conjure on our own. So I’m joyful whenever I accept His Name as my own and allow it to define me, because that’s when I find my wholeness
Gabriel Bonney
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Gabriel Bonney  17/M/Indiana
(17/M/Indiana)   
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