SUMMER OF ’96: “My Precious Declaration” …

Hitched a ride to the peaceful side of town, then proceeded where thieves were no longer found. Can’t crash now … I’ve been waiting for this! Won’t crash now … I’ve found some encouragement. Once, I jumped through hoops of fire high and far as you required. I was blind but now I see! Salvation has discovered me. New meanings to the words I feed upon wake within my veins elements of freedom. Can’t break now … I’ve been living for this! Won’t break now … I’m cleansed with hopefulness! This precious declaration reads: “Yours is yours, and mine you leave alone now!” This precious declaration reads: “I believe all hope is dead no longer.”

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