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How

How am I going to survive?
How am I going to keep from looking utterly ridicules?
How am I going to learn it all?
How am I going to keep from snapping?
How am I going to keep from growing sick for lack of home?
How am I going to keep smiling?

How....how am I going to live?

Lord give me strength.

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