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Trapped in the basement i gat no where to go, I turn to the left, turn to the right,and there wasn't even an open door, no one was there to help me, but i was all alone, trying to find a way out, even calling on my phone, there wasnt even one signal, that could of be my only hope, but sorry i decides that i want to let go, i then gived up and prayed to GOD, asking him to protect me and to help me find a way out, but there was a light, where he came down from heaven, he gaved me a sword, inscribe upon it was eleven, the mighty number,the number of god, Jesus is the king,and God is our lord
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Mar 7, 2013
Mar 7, 2013 at 8:50 PM UTC
Trapped
Trapped in the basement i gat no where to go, I turn to the left, turn to the right,and there wasn't even an open door, no one was there to help me, but i was all alone, trying to find a way out, even calling on my phone, there wasnt even one signal, that could of be my only hope, but sorry i decides that i want to let go, i then gived up and prayed to GOD, asking him to protect me and to help me find a way out, but there was a light, where he came down from heaven, he gaved me a sword, inscribe upon it was eleven, the mighty number,the number of god, Jesus is the king,and God is our lord
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Mar 7, 2013
Mar 7, 2013 at 8:50 PM UTC
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