I'd like to tell you that your pretty and fine,
Just like I'd like to Settle down sometime,
900 and some friends later?
Still no closer finding my true friend Savior.
Places are dead.
they only read what interests them.
my heart and mind grows cold,
as I give up this simple hope,
For which I can not cope.
Dear Jesus, can you help?
- G2G, Wednesday November 25th, 2009
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