How much longer?
How much longer?
How much longer?
God, you don’t even put me on your to-do list.
You treat me like a stranger.
My heart is broken.
No one has my back–except the knives.
If this continues, I’m not going to make it.
But…
I remember.
I remember all those other times you did come through.
I remember all those other times you didn’t fail me.
You’re still the same God aren’t you?
I hope so.
I truly hope so.
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