I Don't Exactly Know What a Prayer Is

by Cassie   Nov 8, 2006


As her genital knees meet the ground and her hands go together as if she were clapping and begins to pray, but what’s this something’s going wrong, instead of the light here comes the dark, instead of happy thoughts here comes the massive distraction everyone feared that has now come true. As a prayer becomes doubt and the light becomes dark we will face our fears with out a fright, but it will be hard to face our fears knowing the end is near.

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