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Pray


Pray
I'm not sure if I believe in you,
but you give me comfort
when thoughts are scattered in my brain.
Because just the thought of someone listening,
helps me handle any kind of pain.

So if I'm talking to myself,
just know that I am talking to you.
Hoping that someone cares enough,
to help me through the day.

Does this count as a prayer?
Do you hear all of my thoughts?
Do you understand what I'm going through,
without me explaining it at all?

 This may not make much sense,
But at least I can have some hope,
that you can figure it out,
even though my faith is a ghost.

I may not trust you everyday,
or have faith when everything goes wrong,
But I promise that I need you,
even when I deny you.

Thanks for being that friend that I can always count on.
Real or fake,
my tears were just wiped away.

So tonight I'll just pray.

-Belle Rose

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