Crutches
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Cynthia Buhain-baello
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You can't keep drinking
To be happy
You can't keep smoking
To be calm
Drugs and parties
These will drain you
And cannot be
Your healing balm.
You keep on grasping
At flimsy straws
That cause decay
Instead of healing
Blinding you with flaws,
Lead you astray
Hasten... your dying.
'There is a way that seems right to man, but in the end it leads to death.'
Proverbs 14: 12
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01.15.13
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