Monday, May 13, 2013

"chronicles of someone giving a damn"

...she was only 11 when I met her. family issues, wardrobe miscues
young shorty was a mess. but I took to her, as she took to me, close as kin but she wasn't kin to me. just a kid that decided that she needed something. so I supported her moral development, and told her don't wait for gods judgement to repent. her moms called me an angel, she called me the big brother she prayed for. but she was another kid, that needed a youthworker...

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