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JB was on my mind Too many times Everything he ever talked about Became my walk my talk My singing and shouts I knew from the start that it would have an end. I can't ever seem to get used to these new beginnings. I fell into manipulation I'm recovering Trying and recycling... Recovering My old and new beliefs The old and new me Trying to become What I've always Been Seeker of light Prayer of health Child of God Teacher People pleaser _____ He she won't be ANY GOD TO ME I DON'T KNOW WHAT I'M SAYING ANYMORE HELP ME LORD HELP ME LORD HELP ME Father Father help me
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Oct 18, 2016
Oct 18, 2016 at 3:49 PM UTC
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JB was on my mind Too many times Everything he ever talked about Became my walk my talk My singing and shouts I knew from the start that it would have an end. I can't ever seem to get used to these new beginnings. I fell into manipulation I'm recovering Trying and recycling... Recovering My old and new beliefs The old and new me Trying to become What I've always Been Seeker of light Prayer of health Child of God Teacher People pleaser _____ He she won't be ANY GOD TO ME I DON'T KNOW WHAT I'M SAYING ANYMORE HELP ME LORD HELP ME LORD HELP ME Father Father help me
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Oct 18, 2016
Oct 18, 2016 at 3:49 PM UTC
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