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I stopped believing in god eleven years ago,
when what happened happened, and we
lost pieces of ourselves.

I searched and I searched and I searched,
and all I found were my empty hands.
I had raised them so high, hoping for

something.

something that wasn’t there.
something that would never come.
a miracle, a vision, something.

anything.

but, sometimes, when things get bad,
and I don’t know what to do with myself,
I pray.

in the end, I’m going to hell, and we’re
all going to die, and nothing will happen,
but I pray all the same, just in case.

once, I told you this. once, I
admitted and caved and finally called
myself a coward for doing what I did.

you told me there is something greater
out there, somewhere, somehow,
and because you are just the same as I was,

I almost believed you.

queens shouldn’t have to need kings
in order to rule their kingdoms,

but you seem to believe otherwise,
so you jump from man to man to

man to man to man,
hoping they’re The One.