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10-21-13
Still Got Hope
By LeVar E. Jones
Gasping for breath, no rescue inhaler for my lungs. Protected by my chest. No oxygen to carry that'll help me to breathe, dying way too soon, guess it's my time to leave. But why me? Why was my time too early? I called on God but I don't think He heard. Nobody don't want me, so what am I to do? stuck here on earth, where everbody's job is hate. Fall to my knees, my head up to the sky, tears hit my cheek, many thoughts of suicide. Won't follow through, denial of a plan,live for my son teach him how to be a man. If I pass on, who's gonna be there to teach? When he gets in trouble son could I preach? Can't answer that, it's the future I can't see. Told my son not to, but he still wanna be like me. Lived a rough life, but to my son I'm a role model. Lost years of my life, like sand in an hour glass bottle. Not proud of what I did not proud of what I (?) missing years of my life, no way to teach my son. So I still grasp for breath, I still see my dreams. Also still see nightmares and the demons they (?). Son still wants to be like me cause he's not ta(?). Somehow I still see victory in this war, where it
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