Pursue
When you get 2 that piont that you feel like you cant come back,
You so low; so beneath the surface until you cannot feel the living life above
And you feel like thiers no more going on, there is no more going on,
There is no more hope but than the Spirit Kicks in and picks you up again
And you live , and you livee and you pursue, pusue so many wonderful things.
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