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Unwell

Here I sit on a swivel chair One afternoon, bright and fair Inside a room of concrete and glass Trying to unease my ass Oh! Lord, please help me get my focus For I've been in a long hiatus Barely existing like a ghost A lonely worm without a host Lord I think I am unwell But only my deep brain could tell

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Date: 8/24/2024 4:44:00 AM
Thanks for sharing this, Kabayan... It's my prayer that by the grace of our Lord, you'll be well. Proverbs 3:5-6... God bless you.
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Date: 8/9/2024 11:01:00 AM
Hello R,B. Cawis, I think you are strong to get through this. If you want to chat on soup mail let me know. One day at a time R.B.Cawis. Hugs. /Darlene/
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