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The Former Crackhead


(This is about someone else, I'm a girl) I'm a guy Who partied until I almost died. But, A higher power kept me alive. At 13 I sold drugs, After highschool I got caught I thought probation would be cool, it's not. An hour after I left the court room, Crack and I found each other again After that I was left for 4 years in prison, God knew what it would take For me to break. Thankfully, I dropped to my knees. Prison was different for me It was like 4 years of intense bible study Something so sweet, I was walking around With bible in hand Singing Jesus Loves Me Happy as a clam I got out prison Searched for job. Sadly, I found nothing at all. I lived in a tent Alone, with my bible. One day a man gave me a pamphlet. and I knew, I needed to find a church. I found a job. Yay for me But, A church is what I truly need I went to the first church Unwelcome as can be, It was as if I wasn't seen. But, The second one was so nice It was the place that I found my wife 3 children later I now live in a house, Have a stable job And opened my eyes. Now I think, If my mistakes help others Then, They were mistakes Not wasted
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