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Two years in the making. Two years of my life put into words. There is nothing more left to say.

Pray

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by Dynamo1203

by Dynamo1203

I remember when I would pray for you

You would usually slip in between

My family and my friends

Yes, I remember praying for you

I would pray and ask for you to be alright

I would hope that the angels be sent your way

I would wonder if you still hurt like I did

And pray to take that pain away

I would pray to give you someone special

Someone who made you happy

Someone who made you swoon and jump

Someone who made you feel the same way

You made me feel

And after I prayed for you

I would pray for myself

And just hope I could make it to see that day