Alize Badgett

"faith"






Coming into the world was scary for Lisa.
Her mind was a blurr, her eyes anxiously wandered.
 She had no faith, so there it was Destiny.
 Now pronounced dead she had her whole life worth fighting for.
 Lisa had held on at her weakest and knew to let go at her strongest.
Lisa was a fighter, and so much better.
 Lisa was a permature Baby.
Life given a chance

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