poetry prayer to self

unbinded of a sickness the doctor
may not cure, i win, i win, i do not
handle this sickness at all. thank
you a bunch, buen cross of christ

amen

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Jesus... save me.


This is going to hell.

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Eh....

Where did that come from Jesus..

Another point of view...

don't bug me.

not without, as a feeling to have got.
i feel and i know i have got greater
company, even when on one's own,
doesn't even have urges of any sorts
to feel right but it's the other way
around

amen

don't worry - has become as much as smile.
has become brand new at todo. has become
essence forth looking forward. has become
a chance and opportunity once and for all.
has become glad to step up to. has become
reason for good great news. has become
better build

a buen amen