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Feb 2014
Behind closed doors it may feel like rain.  Things are going on, causing you so much pain.
You may experience weeping, maybe even cry.  You may feel like giving up, just refuse to die.
Doors can be opened.  You have the key.  Never give up on life; you were bore to be free.
Behind closed doors, you may be all alone.  Give someone a call, use your telephone.  
If things really get rough, bow your head and pray.  Believe me God will listen, to every word you say.
By, Sandra Juanita Nailing
Written by
Sandra Juanita Nailing  United States
(United States)   
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