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Jul 2014
God forgive me for I have sinned.

You gotta think outside the box.
So I did.
It got me locked in one.
Just because I wanted to leave reality I had to leave my city.

Baptism of fire.
Or a temperature of 103.

These prophets forcing me to drink wine.
Or red Gatorade to detox.

On the main floor we are all dressed the same but one claimed that she was Moses.

One claimed she brought down a giant with one stone.

Moses had a vision to part the red sea on her arm. So she did.  

David carried rocks in her pocket, she brought down her giant's with a spoon and lighter.

That first night I prayed.
I don't pray unless I need to. Believe me, I do everything in my power to never need to.

This place is not holy.

Would you believe me if I told you a 12 year old lives here because she chose to touch her brother in spiritual places.
I think the devil touched her.
She tells the workers that she wants to baby sit.

She tells me I'm too pretty to have asthma .

I tell myself 10 days until I'm home.

God forgive them, for they know not of what they have done.
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