I remember a time when I used to pray for tears, just to let me know that my heart was still pumping, that I was still feeling and that I was alive. I was very emotional. It didn't take much to get me emotionally charged, but tears and fears don't quite go w/ street life. You must grow a tough skin and suck it up. Any sign of frailty will get you chewed up and spit out. I prayed out loud, not caring who heard me, but my tears were done in my quiet sacred place. Inside.
It was because of this t...
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