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My Son Bryan
My son Bryan is like freaking squirrel. Every time we go to church
He can never sit still
Constantly bouncing around in the pew saying, “Can we leave this place is so sucks”
Bryan doesn’t know why we are here
He doesn’t know what people mean when they say they will prayer for him
You see my son, doesn’t have much time left
So that’s why we are hear
To ask why did you choose him?
We have been through so much in the last few months
People have tried to reach out
But my hands never stretched out back
Maybe I was too prideful
Had too much self worth to ...