There was a penniless, wallet less, white boy in my house in the middle of North Philly with cuts and bruises and memory loss and all I had was a pocket knife, three bandages, and a cat to protect me. UPDATED 9/21
If you lift me up
Just get me through this night
I know I'll rest tomorrow
And I'll be strong enough to try
So when you see me crashing
And there's nowhere left to fall
Will you lift me even higher
To rise above this all
...Sometimes surviving isn't enough. Sometimes it takes a tragedy so intense, to make us see who and what we really are.
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