Jobs are hard to find.

I am fighting the panic.

I try not to linger on my rent coming up in a few weeks and how I am going to pay it.

my prayers are more often and emotion filled.
the voice smiles with contempt, saying: " I told you, you'll mess this up"

I try not to listen to that voice, but no one has called me for a job and I can't help but freak out a bit.

I know no one in this community.

the voice laughed louder, mocking.

I sighed, my faith is under attack, I pray more, God brought me here, so no, it won't end like this.

I have to believe that.
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