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Sep 2015
I don't know how, why, or in what I have faith
but I do, and it is for this reason that the thread I cling to
may not break, but still burns my hands
because it is a rope, tied around my wrists
holding me up with the security of knowing
that I won't fall, but I can't get down either.
don't exactly know what this is about. mostly about how I feel about my Catholic faith right now
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