Bible Crate (94,95?)

Coming into my little room so familiar I set my crutches down and flop on my bed. I carefully cover my casted leg and I carefully pad my broken arm. I remember a time when all I could think about was getting out of this room. Now I would pray to stay here, to rest my bones. I lay here with 3 broken bones and totally black from the fire and dead tired, but I know I won, and that’s all that matters. Now I think back and I remember how it all started…

NOT sorry

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