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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