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Jun 2014
as my soul calls to the shadows
and my mind seems to over-process
my heart cries out to Jesus and prays ill be alright
I've seen many days like this and grieved for countless hours
while laying on my bed with a bottle of tequila
hoping this will wash the sins away
Written by
happily anonymous
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