Peace through the storm
I see a scared little boy who gets beat up in the bathroom.
Bullies push him against the wall, claustrophobic he doesn't have room.
His life sucks, similar to a vacuum.
Comes home to a broken family, but Jesus is his backbone.
Jesus is his backbone.
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