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A Friend in Need
Heavenly father as I wake to this new day you have made; I thank You and your Son for the price that was paid. I know at times it may feel like I've hidden through my dismay,
Addict
He’s got long, gray, gnarly fingers like the branches of a dying tree,
Better Days Spent
I am sitting here with a needle in my hand, the contents in it...
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