In this broken world you are my world, my healer, my light and love, good men are that way.
Bro, Ken, are you broken? When did you lose the balls it takes to make this world fit for all God's children? Is there anything between your legs or not? Where is the chivalry? Where are all the knights? Why am I fighting this alone? This is a world of barbs and all of them are ripping my skin.
In this broken world, if you need to put food on the table and keep a roof over the head of yourself of those you love, then honey, you do what you gotta do. I'm with you. I love you. But when there comes a choice of work that builds yours soul or steals it from you, take the path heaven offers as soon as you can. You are loved. You are wanted. You are needed. Sister, brother, you are seen.
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