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I've always wanted to be more than how I am born to be something I'm not a preacher a man of God you see he lives in me guides me but a preacher I'm not.Ive fought years of depression but had to be strong not cause I could 'nd I had no choice because giving up was not a opiotionlife is my journey for my childrenlife is my journey for my children
life is my journey for my children.I'ev alway wanted to be better more than how i was but i am my worst enimie to
My self a man on fire trying to live up to my dreams.
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