Where do we go from here?
Fears are up stocks are down. We make our way searching through the town. Keep your eyes open always looking down. Could that back pack be intended for you now? Are you a shame of what you've became? Easy to judge when no one cares, all that attention with the scheduled affairs. Look at dogs sniffing searching block at a time. Soon it will be over catching me for the crime. God watches over me too, even if I make a mistake or two. Blessing for those few, so never forget to keep praying for you!
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