Dear, Jesus.

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I've made my own bed, now I gotta lie in it and convince myself I'm not better off dead.. baby.. I wish you could truly understand how I feel for you but it's all locked away in my head.. I always thought our arguments were just that, I was being selfish and you were a Lil brat, thought we would overcome, I changed and apologized for all that, I guess I didn't see how it was destroying your self esteem, now youre all gone and my only mental escape is talking with God, I plead. "Dear heavenly father, take this pain away, give me the wisdom to understand that I can be a problem, give me the strength to get through it, protect her and all of her dreams, maybe when she wakes up she will realize we were meant to be, in the name of Jesus I pray, amen

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