Understanding
When there's nothing left
And your stuck in self-pity
Bothered with all worries
Lost your Faith, Your Hope
Holding on to things that are no longer there
Wishing for happiness
And not being grateful for the things you have
Is clearly showing you have lost all abliesties
Of believing in the man upstairs
If you may not know of whom I speak of
His name is:
"GOD"
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