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Yes I know.

The little girl hummed the tune over and over to give hope to the gray room the sun peaking finally through the blinds she kept the tune in her mind her eyes were heaving from moisture and no sleep the prayer stone imprinted in her hand giving up control the things she didn't understand what the little girl didnt comprehend why this kept happening again and again when her mom turned into someone else she felt panic that she may never come back but just like before she hymned some more and waited for the dark room turn gray waited for her mom to moan her name from the other side of the door and so just like before she lay beside her and she hymned some more “Jesus loves me yes I know, for the bible tells me so” until they both were in a drunken slumber no more praying. no more humming...
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Aug 17, 2011
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