You know me.
You hear it all.
You know what I take.
What I spit out, hidden under my tongue, you know what I fake.
Your honestly is a certain kind of brilliance, a kind of bravery.
I’m still scouting about for mine.
All I have is prayer in this life, succinct or drawn out.
I pray that your trust I never regret.
I pray that I’ll never forget what this is all for .
I know you know me.
Did you know that I hope to never lose you?




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