Jesser Weaver Biography

One summer afternoon.
I was sitting near the lake.
The same bench I always sit at.
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As I stare at the frame of us in high school....
I can't help but smile.
You always brought happiness to my soul...
like the innocence child.
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We tend to have hatred.
Over people that done us wrong.
We don't take the time to attempt to get together.
... and sing the same song.
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On a foggy night......
The rain hits my windshield...
as I'm approaching a dead end.
This is where my Gps led me.
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I'm searching and searching.
But really is it worth it?
Is it working?
I'm hoping one day I can find my purpose.
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