I could go on...and on... But that's not my point Most of us "use" Sniff, inject, or smoke joint... As we go along each and every day We wonder what keeps us alive As we pray... As we pray some old prayer-- "Our Father who art...." "Our Father" who has the most Tender of hearts!! And each morning there's something That makes us CRAWL!!!! That makes us ask, "WHY?" Why do ANYTHING at all?... And you WANT to believe!!! You want to have faith.... While all that about you Says you're doomed You are screwed....Birth sign: Pisces
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