As I Pray
his pain can be seen by looking into his eyes. he tries to laugh,but inside he cries. i
know this because i've been him,a slave to a bottle. i want to walk away from him.
his pain brings back memories of a life i left behind. but God has another plan for
me.i truly believe that my higher power,who has been so good to me,wants me to
embrace this man. so i pray,everyday for this lost soul that used to be me.
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