I still cry to God
about it
about you
about what happened
as I couldn’t explain it to anyone else
I still pray, endlessly
hoping all thoughts
that once crawled inside your mind
no longer there
yet I know you’re fine
the thoughts were only a way
for you to speak up
the loneliness inside
the thoughts were only words
to let the crowd jumped into the ocean
and helped you to swim over
your deepest fear;
the dejection
the seclusion
the desolation
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