Thankful
I wake up every moring with a thankful mind set. could have lost my life last night but i am still here. Looking back at the days, thinking about i acted a fool. Thanking my father for not giving up on me. Trying to figure out why I am still here on earth. Just thanking him for another day, another chance. A chance to see my friends and family. A chance to figure out who i am suppose to be in this world. At the end of the day I am thankful for being here, being protected, well, and loved
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