I prayed every night...
I prayed for a miracle...
I prayed for God to give my mom more time, to help her win this fight.
But when she died...
I learned that praying is for the weak.
Praying is for those who believe in fairytales and magic...
& just like magic and fairytales, God doesn't exist.
Because what God would take a mother from their child?
XoXo
Dacia Alexis
( This is Luna's Diary... These are her thoughts)
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