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I hit the ground, hands folded, prayed to the Lord to help me

I hit the ground, hands folded, prayed to the Lord to help me through this. To get me away from all this stress. To thank him for being there when no one else was.

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cowgirl12

posted October 18, 2013 at 12:41am UTC tagged with inspirational, quote, praying

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Ugh....
Listening to you talk about how much you love your life because your parents buy you everything.... then being mad because your parents said no about something and how much you hate them. Well be happy that you have parents in your life...

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