He Lives
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Last published Wed, Aug 31, 2016
when all seems lost, sh*tty and one hell of a ride there is always someone who is always there to wrap us in His love. He cares and loves us without reserve. God lives and cares for each one of us...... well guys I'm a new writer so pls feel free to correct and teach me the ropes
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